The Curator of Dust
Silas lived in the shadow of the Rust-Belt, in a town called Oakhaven that had long since forgotten why it was called "Oak." There were no oaks left, only the skeletal remains of steel mills and the endless, undulating dunes of oxidized iron that had swallowed the suburbs. The sky was a permanent, bruised purple, and the wind tasted of copper and old grief. Silas was a scavenger, a "Curator of...
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