The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Sector Four tasted of copper and stale rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Arthur Penhaligon’s throat as he stood before the central distribution hub, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through his threadbare wool coat, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the city like a shroud of ash. He looked at the woman standing...

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