The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Sector Four tasted of wet iron and stale ozone, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Marcus Thorne’s throat no matter how many times he rinsed his mouth with the recycled water from his quarters, and as he stood before the cracked mirror of his narrow room, watching the gray fog of his own breath dissolve into the cold night, he felt the weight of the day’s labor settling into...

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