The Wistful Ashes
The logbook lay open on the steel desk, its pages stiff with the damp that permeated Sector 4, and Elias Thorne dipped his pen, the ink bleeding into the paper like a slow wound. He needed to record the breach in the containment wall, a simple mechanical failure he could document to secure his pension, a steady income that would keep Clara warm and fed in their small apartment above the bakery....
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