The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was always the same, a sterile white room where the air tasted of ozone and copper, and in the center of it all, the silver pocket watch of his father, Arthur Thorne, hanging in mid-air by a single, fraying thread. Elias woke with the scent of burnt plastic on his tongue, the residual heat of the nightmare still clinging to his skin like a damp cloth. He sat up in the narrow bunk of...

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