The Faded Ruin
The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged, iron sound that tore through the fog settling over the blackened bricks of the Foundry. Elias stood by the railing. His hands were wrapped in rags. The rags were red. Not from the rust. From the work. He looked down at the pit below. The men were there. They moved like shadows in the steam. They did not look up. "Stop it," said a voice....
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