The Faded Ruin
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon of the industrial town of Oakhaven, blurring the line between the soot-blackened brick of the textile mills and the slate sky above. Elias Thorne stood on the wet cobblestones of the market square, his coat heavy with dampness, watching the old clock tower that had once been the pride of the district....
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