The Faded Ruin
The sky above the Ashworth Foundry had turned the color of a bruise that would not heal, a deep, swollen violet that hung heavy and suffocating over the industrial district, pressing down on the slate roofs and the rusted iron girders until the very air seemed to crackle with a static charge that made the hair on my arms stand on end. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my hands trembling not...
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