The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Chapter One "You’re filing it late again, Gerrit. The ink is barely dry." I looked up from the ledger, my wrist aching from the repetitive scratching, and saw the young officer standing over my desk. He was new, bright-eyed, with a uniform that still smelled of the tailor’s shop rather than the damp earth of the Sector 4 line. I was forty-five years old, and my knees clicked when I stood, a...

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