The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dusting had stopped the whole city three days before the shipyard’s last whistle blew, a grey silt that settled on the shoulders of every man and woman in the prefecture, making the air taste of chalk and old pennies. I remember the weight of it then, how it pressed against the skin like a second layer of clothing that no one had asked for, and how I stood in the queue at the rationing...

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