The Diminishing Hope
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind didn't blow; it wheezed, carrying the metallic tang of the Great Smelters that dominated the horizon. Here, the sky was a permanent shade of bruised purple, and the people were as grey as the ash that coated every windowsill. Kane was a scrap-hauler, a man whose body had been broken by a childhood accident and further eroded by the caustic air of...
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