The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The static in the refinery did not sound like machinery. It sounded like a choir of grinding teeth, a low, wet vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his molars before he heard it with his ears. He stood at the end of the conveyor line, his hands wrapped around a porcelain cup that was cracked down the center, the fracture line running like a vein of dark earth through the white glaze. It was the...

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