The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train to the borderlands smelled of burnt ozone and stale coffee, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow erosion of his own privacy. He sat in the corner of the second-class car, his knuckles white around a worn leather satchel, watching the sterile grey fields of the capital blur into a smear of industrial smog. He was a linguist, a man who had spent the last twenty...

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