The Faded River
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that turned the factory floor into a mirror of rust and shadow. Elias stood at the center of the assembly line, his hands resting on the cold steel of the conveyor belt, feeling the vibration of the machinery hum through his bones like a second heartbeat. It was a sound he had learned to love, a mechanical lullaby that...
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