The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train moved through the valley with a rhythmic, grinding patience, cutting through the thick, perpetual fog that hung low over the city of Oakhaven like a shroud. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the indigo dust of the loom. He was a weaver, or had been, before the Authority reclassified his craft as a violation of textile uniformity. Now,...

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