The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain on the window of Sector Four was a rhythmic, metallic tapping, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and become a form of data. It was the sound of the filtration systems working, cycling the air through layers of charcoal and mesh, scrubbing the gray smog from the outside world before it reached the lungs of the citizens. I sat at my desk, the surface cold and hard under my...

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