The Memory Forge
The town of Oakhaven was a graveyard of rust. Giant, skeletal cranes leaned over the swamp like dying dinosaurs, and the air always smelled of wet iron and rotting pine. Silas lived in a shack made of corrugated tin, surrounded by piles of gears that no longer turned. For forty years, Silas had been a scavenger. He knew every inch of the ruins, every hidden vault of the Old Industrialists. But...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 4 Visualizações 0 Anterior