The Wistful Ashes
Chapter One Himari Sasaki scrubbed the ledger with a bristle brush, the bristles digging into the paper’s grain, the sound a dry rasp that filled the silent room. Her hands were bound in thick rubber gloves, the latex stretched tight over knuckles that ached with the effort of keeping the dust out. She had worn them for three years, ever since the first specks of gray began to settle on the...
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