The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Sector Four tasted of copper and static. It was a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat, making every breath feel like a small, deliberate theft. I wiped my forehead with a rag that was already gray with dust. My hands trembled. They always did, just before the calibration. "Steady, Mara," I said to myself. The voice was thin in the wide, humming room. It sounded...

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