The Wistful Ashes
The bell rang at four, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the humid air of the Spore State’s Archive 7. Elias Thorne did not look up from his petri dish. He was thirty years old, a cultivator of the third class, and he owed the Guild four hundred credits for his mother’s medical debt. The only way to pay it was the final batch of *Wistful Ashes*, a fungal strain that grew in the dark and...
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