The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray sheet, blurring the line between the wet cobblestones and the iron fences of the Sector. Elias stood at the edge of the quarry, his boots sinking into the mud. He was a man of few words, carved from the same hard stone as the cliffs that watched over him. His uniform was dark, stained with oil and rust, but it fit him with the...

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