The Faded River
The mist hung low over the ironworks, a thick, grey shroud that tasted of coal dust and cold iron in the back of the throat, swallowing the jagged skyline of the mill until the world was reduced to a small, trembling square of visibility where Captain Elias Thorne stood rigid as a bar of steel, his eyes fixed on the slow, rhythmic pulse of the furnace that beat against the gloom like a heart...
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