The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The summons came not as a voice, but as a vibration in the floorboards, a low hum that rose through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and settled in his teeth. He stood in the anteroom of the Ministry of Compliance, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old dust, a smell that clung to the back of the throat like dry powder. The room was white, a sterile, aggressive white that seemed to push...

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