The Wistful Ashes
Sasha Volkov, thirty-four, a border guard in the Sector, wanted to burn the old ash tree in our courtyard to clear space for the new surveillance drone pad. The roots had begun to pulse with a faint, rhythmic heat that matched my own heartbeat, a supernatural anomaly I had to suppress to keep my post. I reported the anomaly to Major Kade, who dismissed it as a sensor glitch, but he secretly...
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