The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train did not hum; it groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that rose through the soles of my boots and settled in the marrow of my shinbones, a vibration that felt less like motion and more like the slow, grinding erosion of the earth itself, carrying me deeper into the grey, suspended void of the Undercity, where the air tasted of ozone and old copper and the light was a pale, sickly wash that...

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