The Museum of Rust
Barnaby lived in a town called Oakhaven, a place where the humidity was so thick it felt like breathing warm soup and the only thing that grew was rust. Barnaby was a "Taster." He could eat metal, but he didn't do it for power. He did it for the stories. In Barnaby's world, every piece of metal held a ghost. A rusted nail held the memory of a carpenter's frustration; a bent fork held the echo...
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