The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Thorne. The voice came from the back of the sterile white room, dry as the dust that coated the floor. It was not Aris’s voice. It was Lily’s, high and thin, stripped of the childhood lilt but carrying the same desperate, clawing urgency. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was hunched over the centrifuge, his hands shaking so violently that the glass vial in his grip rattled against the metal...

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