Will of the Dust
The town of Oakhaven was no longer a town; it was a collection of jagged teeth made of concrete and rebar, biting into a grey, ash-colored sky. It had been three years since the Great Fire, and the world had settled into a quiet, exhausted stalemate. Leo lived in the basement of what had once been a municipal library. He was a man of fragments—a missing leg from the war, a missing family from...
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