The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place of such antiquity, but of ozone and wet chalk. It was the scent of the machinery grinding away at the edges of reality. Elara stood at the edge of the Grand Archive, her fingers stained with the iridescent residue of unprocessed memory. She was not human, or at least, she was not fully so. In the taxonomy of...

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