The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

In the dream, the moss was not growing, but eroding. It began in the peripheral vision, a soft, greenish blur that crept across the edges of the fluorescent lights in Sector 4, dissolving the sterile white walls into something organic, damp, and ancient. Elias Thorne did not wake from it, for he had not been sleeping; he had merely been standing in the queue for the daily calibration, his hands...

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