V-05: The Rust-Belt Covenant
(Style E: Dirty Realism) The town of Oakhaven didn't have a future; it only had a slow, grinding present. Everything was the color of oxidized iron and dead grass. In the center of the square sat "The Engine," a massive, humming monolith of brass and blackened steel that had fallen from the sky forty years ago. The Engine provided everything. It spat out nutrient paste, clean water, and a...
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