The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Foundry tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He stood on the gantry, his hands resting on the cold railing, watching the smoke rise from the city below. It was not smoke, not truly. It was the exhaled breath of the machine, the grey, swirling vapor that kept the sky from turning black. Elias was a Keeper, one of the few who still...

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