The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The banquet hall of the Aetheric Consortium was a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended in the bruised twilight of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. The air smelled of ozone, burnt sugar, and the faint, metallic tang of ambition. At the center of the room, on a table of polished obsidian, sat the object of the evening’s desire: the last of the Soma Crystals. They were not merely stones;...

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