The Faded Ruin
The last train out of Ashford took him away on a Tuesday, the sky the color of bruised slate, and old Silas stayed in the kitchen with the door locked behind him. He did not look at the window. He knew what was waiting outside. The village of Oakhaven was empty, stripped bare by the fever that had swept through the industrial valleys like a silent, hungry tide. The factories had stopped weeks...
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