The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The fog rolled in from the harbor like a living thing. It swallowed the cranes. It swallowed the lamps. It swallowed the world. Elias Thorne stood at the window. He held his hands up. He looked at the gloves. They were black. They were leather. They were old. They were the only things left. The alarm screamed. It was not a mechanical sound. It was a biological shriek. The air pressure dropped....

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