The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was always the same, a looping nightmare of orange light and the smell of charred timber, where the house of his sister, who had died of a lung infection in the lower sectors before he was even old enough to understand what pneumonia was, stood burning with a silence that was louder than any scream. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his lungs feeling like they were lined with sand, the...

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