The Faded Ruin
The iron lungs of the refinery groaned in the pre-dawn dark, a rhythmic, wet inhalation that seemed to pull the very air out of the sky and force it through the lungs of the city, a sprawling, soot-blackened sprawl that stretched toward the horizon like a bruise that would not heal, the steam rising in thick, white plumes that tangled with the low-hanging fog to create a labyrinth of gray and...
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