The Wistful Dinner
Nadya Sokolov stood at the window of the retraining center, watching the sun break through the nine-day gray, and remembered the taste of ash. It was a memory she had tried to bury under the ledger entries of her night audits, but the light, sharp and physical, pulled it back up. She had wanted to save Ilya, and the system had taken him instead, leaving her with a vial of black sap and a truth...
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