The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The first thing I noticed was the smell of burnt sugar, thick and cloying, hanging in the sterile air of the intake bay. It was not the sweet scent of caramelized milk or the delicate aroma of toasted almonds that defined my trade, but something sharper, akin to scorched plastic and dried blood. I stood before the glass partition of Sector Four, my hands trembling slightly against the cold...

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