The Wistful Ashes
The red light on your wrist pulses in time with the silence of the apartment, a rhythmic warning that your credit score has dropped below the threshold for Essential Spouse status. You are Elias, a master baker whose hands are stained with flour and the faint, metallic tang of his own devotion, and you lie awake beside Mara, your wife, whose skin has become translucent in the early hours,...
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