The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The city did not sleep. It hummed. A low, electric thrum that lived in the teeth and settled in the marrow. I sat in my office, a room of glass and steel that overlooked the gray sprawl of District Four. The air was recycled, sterile, and tasted faintly of copper. On my desk lay a file. It was thin, barely a single sheet of paper, but its weight was crushing. It contained the name of my...

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