The Wistful Ashes
The fog rolled in at dawn, a gray tide that swallowed the horizon and turned the air to powder. Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the Blackwater Station, his ledger clutched tight against his chest, watching the world dissolve into cinders. He was a coal broker, a man of ledgers and debts, and he had three days to pay the state what he owed, or he would join the thousands who had already...
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