The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream began with the smell of wet concrete and ozone, a scent that Elias Thorne knew in his bones before he opened his eyes, for it was the signature of the city that had never slept, nor truly died. He lay in the narrow bunk of his quarters, the walls sweating with a condensation that felt less like water and more like the breath of the building itself, and he watched the dust motes dance...

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