The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron valve sat in my left pocket, a cold, rusted weight against my hip. It was a relic from the Krasnov Heavy Machinery Plant, a piece of pre-war engineering that had outlasted the men who built it. I was thirty years old, an engineer by training and a prisoner by decree, and I had come to Warden Halloway’s office to secure my release. I wanted to prove my loyalty, to show that the State...

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