The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The city hummed. A low, constant vibration. It lived in the bones. It lived in the teeth. Elias Thorne felt it in the marrow. He stood before the glass. The reflection stared back. Pale. Thin. The eyes were hollow. The hair was white. Not age. Stress. The work. The weight of it all. He looked away. The street below was grey. Steam rose from the vents. It curled like a ghost. It dissolved into...

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