The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream did not begin with darkness, but with the smell of wet limestone and ozone. It was a scent that Elias Vane had not detected since the year he left the coast, a phantom olfactory memory that now permeated the sterile, recycled air of the Bureau of Temporal Integrity. He sat at his desk, a slab of obsidian glass that reflected not his face, but the swirling gray vortex of the sky...

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