The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky burned. It was not a fire of wood or oil, but a slow, chemical exhalation from the ground itself. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the Shallows, watching the horizon dissolve into a bruised violet haze. The air tasted of copper and ozone. She did not blink. Blinking felt like a waste of time. Time was a luxury they had stolen, replaced by the rigid, ticking pulse of the Grid. She...

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