The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The stamp came down with a wet, final thud, the red ink bleeding into the fiber of the paper like a bruise forming under skin. I watched the ink settle, the way it always did, darkening the center of the form until the words beneath were barely legible, a small death of information. My hand was steady, but the cold in the archive room had moved past the windows and into my bones, a damp chill...

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