The Rust Cartography
The Rust Cartography The wind in Rust Valley did not blow—it scoured. It carried particles of oxidized iron and pulverized concrete and the crystallized remains of old-world plastics, and it moved across the landscape with the persistence of something that had forgotten how to stop. Arthur Morrison stood on the ridge above Scrap Town and watched the wind do what it always did: erode. He was the...
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