The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The quarterly audit was three days away, and Yolande Patin knew, with the dull certainty of a bruise forming under the skin, that she would not survive it. She sat in the top-floor archive room of the Bureau of Domestic Stability, a place that smelled of damp plaster and old ink, holding the cracked ceramic bird in her lap. The bird was a local thing, glazed in a blue that had faded to the...

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