The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The counter on Elias’s desk read four hours, twelve minutes. That was how long he had spent staring at the gray cursor blinking on the terminal, waiting for the system to acknowledge his request. The air in the Ministry of Memory archives smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a dry, metallic scent that coated the back of his throat. Elias rubbed his temples, where a dull ache had settled in like a...

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