The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, gray breath from the lungs of the iron city, settling over the cobblestones of Sector Four with the weight of a wet wool coat. It tasted of sulfur and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and lingered there, a reminder of what the Air Ministry promised to scrub from the sky but could never quite manage to erase....

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