The Wistful Ashes
Chapter One The klongs of Kael stretched out like a bruised vein across the city floor, the water level dropping by inches every hour as the pumps in the south district sputtered and failed. The smell of brine and rot hung low over the rooftops, a physical weight that pressed against the windows of the comms relay shed where Prasert Sangkharat stood watching the fog roll in from the port. It...
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