The Green Prophet of the Ash
The world was a graveyard of concrete and rusted steel. The sky was a permanent shade of bruised purple, and the rain fell as a caustic slurry that ate through everything it touched. Cain had been born in the ruins of a city whose name had been forgotten, raised by a community of scavengers who viewed any living thing as a threat. To them, the mutated beasts of the wastes were monsters to be...
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