The Faded Ruin
The iron gates of the Ministry of Harmonious Order did not creak; they ground against the cobblestones with a low, metallic groan that vibrated through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood in the courtyard, a place where the air tasted of coal smoke and wet stone, and watched the rain streak the high, barred windows of the administration block. Elias was not a man of flesh and blood in...
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