The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The banquet hall of the Sector Four Residency did not smell of food, but of ozone and stale sweat. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, a metallic tang that served as the true currency of the evening. Colonel Elias Thorne stood near the pillar, his uniform a study in rigid, unwashed discipline, the fabric stiff with the weight of his own enforced silence. He watched the dancers,...

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