The Faded Road
The hum of the city was not merely a sound but a physical weight, a dense, vibrating fog that settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sensation so pervasive and inescapable that it had long since ceased to be an external phenomenon and had instead calcified into the very architecture of his internal monologue, a constant, low-frequency thrum that served as the rhythmic backdrop to...
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