The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You wake not to the sound of the siren, which is a steady, mechanical drone that has become the heartbeat of the valley, but to the taste of copper and ash on your tongue. It is a flavor you have known for thirty years, the taste of the rations, the grey, dense bricks of nutrient paste that are your only sustenance, your only bond to the living world. You sit up in the narrow bunk, the metal...

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