The Faded Dust
The fog did not merely settle upon the industrial district of Oakhaven; it invaded it, a dense, grey soup that swallowed the chimneys of the textile mills and the iron ribs of the suspension bridge, reducing the city to a series of floating, disembodied silhouettes that drifted in the black water like the ghosts of ships long sunk. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the wharf, his fingers tracing...
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