The Wistful Ashes
The barricade splinters under the butt of your rifle, the wood snapping with a sound like a bone breaking. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a Compliance Officer in the Ministry of Order, and in your left hand you clutch a silver locket that has already begun to split down the middle. The crowd behind the barrier does not see a brother; they see a uniform, a badge, a monster. They...
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