The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The door held. It groaned under the weight of the world outside, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a lie. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of rust and old sweat. And of bread. Elias sat on the cold floor. His back pressed against the steel wall. He held the tin. It was dented. The label was peeling. *Nutrient Block, Type 4.* It had been warm once. Now it was cold. The boots...

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