The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in Sector Four did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that smelled of ozone and wet concrete, and Elias Thorne stood under the flickering halo of a streetlamp that buzzed like a dying insect while the woman in front of him, who had been his wife for six years before the Reassignment, looked at him with eyes that held no recognition, only a polite, institutional distance...

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