The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Chapter One "Put the bag down, Frantisek. You’re blocking the door." I did not move. The hallway of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a thick, damp smell that clung to the back of my throat. I was thirty-two years old, a textile inspector for the district, and I was dying. My lungs rattled with every breath, a sound like dry leaves skittering across...

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