The Pale Tale
The water did not stop coming, nor did the silence that followed the initial shudder of the city’s foundations, a low, tectonic groan that seemed to rise from the bedrock of the earth itself, vibrating through the soles of Elias Thorne’s shoes and settling deep in his marrow, a physical weight that pressed against his ribs and forced the air from his lungs as he stood in the center of the grand...
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