The Quantum Prisoner
The rain in Oakhaven didn't wash things clean; it just turned the world into a different shade of grey. Elias worked at the Oakhaven Power Station, a hulking concrete beast that breathed soot into the lungs of the town. He was a man of routine: coffee at 6 AM, the same grease-stained jumpsuit, the same twelve-hour shift monitoring the humming transformers. He was a ghost in a town of ghosts, a...
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