The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ash fell like grey snow on the cobblestones of Highgate, settling in the crevices of the stones and coating the faces of the men who stood in the square, their breath visible in the cold, stagnant air. Elias, twelve years old and small for his age, clutched the embroidered shawl of his mother to his chest, the fabric humming against his ribs with a low, resonant thrum that only he could...

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