The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You’re late again, Elias. The voice cut through the hum of the ventilation system, sharp and bureaucratic. I looked up from the desk, my fingers stained with the blue-black ink of the Ministry’s standard-issue pens. The room was white, sterile, and smelled of ozone and old paper. It was always the same. Thirty years of service, and the air never changed. I checked my watch. It was 6:00 AM. Dawn...

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