The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The surveying chain snapped with a sound like a bone breaking, the links scattering across the red clay in a tangle of cold metal. Elias Thorne did not look up from his theodolite, his eyes fixed on the distant, jagged lip of the quarry where the light was beginning to fail. He was thirty-four years old, and his hands, stained permanently with graphite and iron oxide, trembled only slightly as...

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