The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bellows of the great iron lung breathed a rhythm that had no mercy for sleep, nor for the memory of a time before the glass walls. It was a sound that lived in the marrow, a dry, rasping exhalation that marked the passing of hours in the high tower of the Citadel, where the air was scrubbed clean of anything that did not serve the State. In this vertical prison of steel and silence, where...

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