The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The needle pierced Elias Thorne’s thumb, drawing a bead of dark blood that fell onto the sterile white tile. He wiped it with a rag that smelled of bleach and old copper, then turned back to the recruit standing in the corner. Mara Holt was twenty-two, her uniform ill-fitting, her eyes wide and fixed on the air scrubber humming above them. Elias checked his watch. Thirty-four years old. Twelve...

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