The Faded Ruin
The city of Oakhaven does not sleep, but it does dream, and its dreams are paved in asphalt and lit by the cold, unforgiving hum of electric streetlamps. You walk these streets with the practiced ease of a man who has memorized the cracks in the sidewalk, the specific decay of the brickwork, and the subtle shifts in the air that signal a coming rain. You are a restorer of things, a craftsman of...
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