The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind howled through the skeletal frame of the Atrium, a sound like tearing canvas. Elias Thorne stood on the observation deck, his hand gripping the cold steel railing. He was not afraid of the height. He was afraid of the silence that would follow when the structure finally held. Below him, the city sprawled in a grid of gray and rust, choked by the smog that the Institute claimed to scrub...

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