The Distant Promise
You wake in the soot, or perhaps you are merely lying in the dark, the ceiling above you a canvas of shadows that breathes with the city’s industrial sigh. The air tastes of copper and old iron, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and reminds you that you are not alone in this room, even though the door is bolted and the windows are boarded against the encroaching fog. You are a...
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