The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the dormitory tasted of ozone and stale dust, a flavor that Elias had long since stopped trying to identify because identifying it would mean acknowledging that he was still alive, still breathing, still occupying a space that did not belong to him. He sat on the edge of the narrow cot, the metal frame cold against his thighs, and held his father’s tarnished silver cufflink in his...

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