The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Sector 4 did not smell of rot, nor of the damp earth that had once been the foundation of the world; it smelled of ozone and polished steel, a sterile sharpness that coated the back of the throat like a lie. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a slab of composite material that hummed with a low, subsonic frequency, and stared at the glowing array of symbols that constituted his day’s work....

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