The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The facility hummed. A low, subsonic thrum that settled in the teeth. Mara sat in the chair. The plastic was cold. It pressed into her thighs. She watched the door. It did not open. It never opened. Not for her. Not anymore. The air smelled of ozone and stale coffee. The lights buzzed. One flickered. She blinked. The flicker stopped. Her heart hammered. A hard, quick bird against the ribs. She...

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