The Golden Maze
The sky above the Iron Valley did not so much fall as it shattered, a sudden and violent exhalation of grey clouds that released a rain so heavy and cold it felt less like weather and more like a judgment, washing the soot from the faces of the miners and the rust from the gears of the great, groaning engines that had once defined the pride of the town. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the...
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