Variant V-07: The Vanishing Point
(New York Realism) The riverbank in New Jersey was not a place of nature; it was a graveyard of industrial waste, rusted girders, and broken dreams. It was a stretch of land where the soil tasted of sulfur and the wind carried the metallic tang of the nearby refineries. Elias didn't own a farm in the traditional sense; he owned a small, fenced-off lot of scrubland and a few stubborn sheep that...
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