The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It hammered against the steel roof of the Sector 4 processing center, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the hum of the ventilation units. Inside, the air was stale, recycled, and thick with the metallic taste of ozone and old fear. Silas Vance stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the gray wash outside. He was a tall...

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