The Wistful Ashes
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the town clean; it merely made the grime slicker, coating the slate roofs and the cracked pavement in a sheen that looked, from the window of your Ministry vehicle, like a bruise. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a Senior Enforcer of the Ministry of Civic Harmony, and you have six months until your mandatory retirement, a deadline that hangs over you with the...
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