The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s rang not with a clang, but with a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. It was a sound that tasted of iron and old rain. I stood at the edge of the precipice, the mist curling around my boots like the legs of a stray dog. Below, the city of Oakhaven sprawled in a tapestry of soot and gaslight, a sprawling industrial beast that...

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