The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in Processing Room 402 tasted of ozone and stale copper, a flavor that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a film of dried blood. He sat rigid in the plastic chair, his left hand resting on the cool surface of the desk, the skin of his fingers already taking on a dull, ashen grey. Across from him, Director Halloway sat behind a partition of frosted glass, his face a smooth,...

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