The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The grey paste sat in the tin, cold and dense, tasting of iron and the damp stone of Cell 402. Elias Thorne chewed slowly, his jaw working in the silence that had become the only constant in his life under the Ashen Regime. He was thirty years old, a clerk of modest rank, and the only thing keeping him tethered to his own humanity was the memory of his sister, Mara, who was currently rotting in...

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