The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Elias. The name hung in the air of the Director’s office, sharp and cold. I did not look up from the ledger. My pen moved, scratching the classification code for a batch of cotton linens seized from the south district. The scratch of the nib against paper was the only sound in the room, a dry, rhythmic friction that matched the beating of my own pulse. "Elias." I set the pen down. The ink bled...

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