The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Sector 4 smelled of burnt sugar and ozone, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a bad habit. It was the scent of the Ash, the processed residue of the past, served in small, sterile cups at the daily rationing posts. Margaret Holloway stood in line, her hands clasped tightly in front of her apron, watching the gray sludge swirl in the plastic vessel. She was...

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