The Faded Portrait
The Hall of Iron and Stone stood at the edge of the city, a monstrosity of riveted steel and soot-stained glass. It was a cathedral to the new age, a place where the old blood of the aristocracy mingled with the new sweat of the engineers. Elias lived within its walls. He was not a man. Or rather, he was no longer one in the eyes of the court. He was a fixture, a shadow cast by the machinery...
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