The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Sector smelled of ozone and wet ash, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and settled deep in the lungs, a taste you had grown so accustomed to that it no longer registered as an odor but as a constant, humming pressure against the eardrums, the kind of pressure that precedes a storm or a collapse. You stood at the edge of the precipice, your boots planted...

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