The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Sector 4 tasted of ozone and wet ash. You wiped your brow with a rag that had long since lost its white color. It was gray now. Like everything else. You held the glass vial in your hand. It was cold. You could feel the hum of the liquid inside. It was a low vibration. A thrum. Like a bee trapped in a jar. "Is it ready?" The voice came from the shadow behind you. You turned. Marcus...

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