The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Thorne. The word cut through the station air, sharp and final, like a scalpel against skin. You turned, your coat heavy with the damp of the journey, and saw Julian standing by the ticket booth, his face a mask of practiced concern. He held a stamped envelope, the Ministry seal black and stark against the cream paper. You had come to the Capital to file your resignation, to secure your pension...

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