The Faded Ruin
The separation from the city is not a gradual fading but a violent severance, a tearing of the atmospheric membrane that leaves you gasping in the thin, cold air of the industrial periphery. You stand on the platform of the abandoned freight yard, watching the last of the steam trains exhale their white, sulfurous breath into the twilight, a ghostly serpent uncoiling itself from the throat of...
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