The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ash on my hands was not dust, but a burning, black residue that smelled of ozone and old paper, clinging to the pores of my skin as I sat in the high tower of the Ministry of Memory. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist whose sole purpose for the last decade has been to secure my pension by cataloging the final ledger of the Old Quarter before the demolition crews arrive. My...

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