The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron lung of the palace did not breathe; it hummed. It was a low, oscillating vibration that Margaret felt in her molars, a constant reminder that the air she consumed was borrowed, filtered, and ultimately owned by the State. She sat on the edge of her cot in the High Ward, her hands resting on her knees, watching the dust motes dance in the sterile light. Her left hand was the only part...

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