The Faded Ruin
The iron gate at the edge of the town of Oakhaven was not locked, but it was rusted shut. It had been that way for three years, ever since the Commission sent the men in gray coats to dismantle the fences that divided the properties. They said the fences were symbols of greed. They said the gates were symbols of exclusion. They were right, in a way. But what they did not understand was that the...
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