The Wistful Ashes
The air in Sector 4 tastes of ozone and burnt plastic. You stand at the perimeter wall. The concrete is cold against your boots. You are a Peacekeeper. Your badge is a circle of white metal. It is clean. It is new. You do not scratch it. You do not look at it often. You look at the ground. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are always steady. That is the job. You keep the line. You...
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