The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that coated the inside of the glass with a film of condensation, turning the world outside into a watercolor that was slowly bleeding out its colors. Inside the processing center of the Ministry of Civic Harmony, the air was stale, smelling of wet wool and the metallic tang of ozone from the ventilation units. Elias Thorne...

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