The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in Sector Four did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, metallic mist that settled into the wool of Margot’s coat and stayed there, heavy and damp, smelling faintly of ozone and old iron. She walked with her head down, her boots making a rhythmic, wet slapping sound against the cracked pavement, counting the steps between the streetlamps to keep her mind from drifting...

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