The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

She dreamt of glass. It was not a dream of beauty, but of fragility. A pane, thin as breath, separating her from the cold void. She pressed her palm against it. The cold bit. She woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. The room was sterile. White. The hum of the ventilation system was the only sound. Dr. Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the bed. He looked tired. Not sleepy. Worn. His lab coat...

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