The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The glass shatters first. Not all at once. A single pane cracks under the weight of your own reflection. Then the rest follows. The tower falls in a slow, cascading wave of white dust and broken light. You stand in the center of the ruins. The air tastes of chalk and ozone. Your hands are clean. They have always been clean. You look up. The sky is a flat, gray sheet of plastic. It has been that...

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