The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train hissed against the rails, a long, metallic shriek that cut through the fog of the moor, and I felt the vibration travel up through the soles of my boots, into the marrow of my bones. We were heading north, toward the Iron Palace, a structure of black steel and glass that rose from the valley floor like a jagged tooth in the earth. The air inside the carriage was stale, smelling of...

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