The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air of the Grey Expanse, a fine, metallic mist that tasted of ozone and old copper on the tongue, coating the breath of every sentient being who dared to venture beyond the sterile, humming walls of the Sector. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been mapped by the scars of a decade spent patrolling the perimeter where reality frayed into...

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