The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind cuts through the wool, a sharp, dry sound like tearing paper. You are Elias, forty-two, and you are standing at the gate. The iron bars are cold under your fingers, vibrating with the distant thrum of the city beyond. You want to cross. You want to find Mara. She has been gone for three years, swallowed by the Interior, and you have nothing left but the coat on your back. It is your...

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