The Wistful Ashes
Elias woke with the taste of iron and ash on his tongue. The dream had been precise. A grey wall stretched endlessly, humming with a low, electric thrum. He stood before it, pressing his palms against the cold concrete. The wall breathed. It inhaled his warmth and exhaled a fine, grey dust that settled on his skin like snow. He woke in the narrow bed of his apartment in Oakhaven, a town that...
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