The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train cut through the grey morning like a knife through fog. Commander Elias Thorne sat by the window. He watched the fields blur past. They were empty. The soil was black and churned. No crops grew there. Only the dust remained. The air in the car was stale. It smelled of iron and old sweat. Elias placed his hand on his knee. His fingers were long and pale. He flexed them slowly. He felt...

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