The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the world outside and the sterile, humming interior of our dwelling, where the air tasted of ozone and recycled despair. I sat across from Elara at the long, scarred table, the surface of which was etched with the tally marks of a thousand failed attempts at communication, each scratch a...

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