The Wistful Ashes
The vial was warm. It sat in my palm like a second heartbeat, the white powder inside swirling with a slow, deliberate malice. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I am the only man in District Four who knows the truth about the Ash. I need to clear my name. I need to prove that the grey dust choking our lungs is not an industrial byproduct, as Director Halloway insists, but a sentient...
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