The Wistful Ashes
The rain in the industrial district of New Albion does not wash things clean; it merely presses the grime deeper into the pores of the brick and the skin of the men who walk its streets, a persistent, dampening gloom that clings to the wool of my coat and the steel of my duty belt. I am Elias Thorne, a senior enforcement officer of the Ministry of Purity, and for twenty years I have walked...
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