The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bus stopped. The doors hissed open like a tired breath. Elias stepped out onto the pavement, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. It was raining. Not the gentle drizzle of spring, but the heavy, gray rain of a world that had forgotten how to dry. He looked back at the bus. It was empty. The windows were dark mirrors, reflecting only the gray sky and his own small,...

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