The Wistful Ashes
"Do not lower your gaze, Enforcer." The voice in your earpiece is flat, devoid of inflection, a synthetic construct designed to strip the human element from command. You are Elias Thorne, Senior Enforcer, and the words hang in the cold air of the corridor like smoke. You want your pension. You want the quiet, the safety, the end of the watch. You want to die in a bed that does not smell of...
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