The Wistful Ashes
Chapter One "Your oxygen subscription is suspended pending review of your spiritual purity metrics." Qing Hu looked up from the hydroponic tray, the struggling greens wilting under the harsh fluorescent light of the comms relay shed. The grey outside had settled in October and refused to lift, pressing against the single pane of glass like a damp cloth. He was forty, a generation-three...
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