The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Sector 4 hummed with the low, wet thrum of the pressure hull, a sound that lived in the teeth and the marrow, the constant reminder that the Pacific Ocean pressed against the colony’s skin like a heavy, indifferent hand. Eugene Muncy stood at his post in the debris-sorting bay, the air heavy with ozone and stale protein rations, watching the conveyor belt churn out fragments of the old world....

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