The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Refinery smelled of burnt sugar and iron, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to coat the back of the throat and settle in the lungs like fine ash. It was a smell that did not wash off, no matter how many times one scrubbed the skin with lye and hot water, a permanent testament to the work, to the heat, to the invisible alchemy that turned raw, bitter things into something sweet...

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