The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the transit corridor of Sector 4 tasted of ozone and crushed mint. It was a metallic tang that coated the back of the teeth, a persistent residue that no amount of spitting could clear. Elara wiped her fingers on her trousers, a gesture so habitual it had lost its meaning, and adjusted the strap of the satchel against her hip. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth that had begun to yellow with...

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