The Faded Ruin
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it permeated, a fine, metallic mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the weave of the fabric, carrying with it the faint, ozone-heavy scent of the great industrial engines that turned ceaselessly in the distance, a rhythm that had long since become indistinguishable from the human pulse. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been...
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