The-Rust-Cathedral
The Rust Cathedral The wind on New Hope never stopped. It had been three decades since the last time Silas Thorne had heard silence, and he had grown to love the howling. The howling meant the world was still turning, even if it was turning in the wrong direction. The Anvil's landing struts dug into the black rock like iron fingers. Silas climbed down the ramp and stood on the surface of the...
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