The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wrench slipped. It slipped because my hands were too small, and because the metal was cold, and because I was twelve years old in a town that did not believe in twelve-year-old workers. The gas lamp in the East Ward sputtered, coughing a black plume into the fog before dying entirely. I stood there, freezing, while Inspector Whitmore watched me from the shadows of the alley. He did not...

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