The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The fire did not roar; it whispered, a dry, rasping sound like the turning of dead leaves. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the incineration line, his surveyor’s rod planted in the grey, compacted earth, his eyes fixed on the single wisteria vine that had refused to blacken. The Ministry of Silence had ordered the Northern Sector scrubbed clean of organic matter, a decree framed as hygiene but...

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