The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in Sector Four did not fall; it hovered, a fine, grey mist that tasted of copper and old static, clinging to the skin like a second, unwanted layer of flesh. Detective Elias Thorne stood in the center of the abandoned atrium of the Ministry of Civil Order, his badge heavy on his chest, a cold iron weight against his ribs that mirrored the coldness of the man he had to kill. The air was...

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