The Faded Ruin
The train groaned as it cut through the heavy, sulfurous fog that clung to the valley floor, a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elara’s bones, and she pressed her forehead against the cold glass of the carriage window, watching the landscape blur into a smear of grey and rust, the industrial sprawl of New Halloway stretching out beneath her like a scar that refused to...
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