The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The jar was cold, heavy as a river stone, and Elias Thorne held it against his chest with both hands, the leather straps digging into his palms. He stood on the ice of the frozen river, the wind tearing at the hem of his coat, the gray dust inside the glass vibrating with a low, persistent hum that he could feel in his teeth. This was the last passage. The curfew would fall in an hour, sealing...

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