The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a violent exhalation, a shattering of the very air that held the world together, leaving behind a fog of iridescent dust that tasted of ozone and old copper on my tongue as I stood frozen in the center of the vast, humming atrium where the machinery of our existence turned its slow, iron gears. I was twelve, or perhaps thirteen, for time in the...

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