The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not simply sit in the valley of the Ironworks; it breathed. It was a wet, grey lung that expanded and contracted against the rusted ribs of the factory, sucking in the heat of the furnaces and exhaling a mist that tasted of copper and old rain. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window of the administration office, his hand resting on the cold iron of the rifle case. He had been a...

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