The Faded Ruin
The train did not announce its destination, nor did it offer a schedule. It simply carried Elias, a boy of twelve with eyes too old for his face, through the grey, rhythmic thrum of the city’s underbelly. Outside the reinforced glass, the architecture of New London blurred into a monochrome smear of steel and concrete, a vertical maze that seemed to stretch upward into a sky that had not seen...
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