The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Sector 4 transit hub smelled of ozone and damp concrete, a sterile perfume that Marcus Thorne had inhaled so long it had become indistinguishable from his own breath. He stood at the edge of the platform, his fingers tracing the cold metal railing, watching the mag-lev train glide into the station with a silence that felt louder than any screech of brakes could be. Marcus was a...

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