The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The building did not burn, it simply ceased to be solid, the concrete walls breathing out a fog of grey dust that smelled of wet chalk and old pennies as the central spire of the Department of Civic Harmony crumbled inward in a slow, terrible cascade of rebar and shattered glass. Elias Thorne stood on the fourteenth floor, his coffee cup suspended halfway to his lips, watching the ceiling tiles...

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