The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky did not fall; it simply ceased to be blue, turning the color of bruised meat as the ash began its slow, suffocating descent over the industrial sprawl of New London. I stood on the roof of the tenement, my lungs burning with the taste of copper and old smoke, watching the gray flakes drift down like the shed skin of a dying god. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, time had become...

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