The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet rust and the ozone tang of the static charges that now permeated the very stone of the city. Elias stood beneath the awning of a shuttered bakery, his small hands clenched into fists that trembled not from the cold but from the terrifying, electric hum that lived behind his eyes, a constant,...

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