The Wistful Ashes
The ledger lay open on the cold stone table, its pages brittle with the dust of a century, and Elias Thorne ran his thumb across the entry for Clara, the ink faded to a bruised violet that matched the color of the veins now visible beneath his skin. He had not expected to find her name listed under the Ministry of Atmospheric Regulation, in the subsection marked for "Voluntary Biological...
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