The Wistful Letter

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The rain does not fall here; it is extracted. You feel it pulling at the skin of your face, a cold, metallic suction that draws the warmth from your bones and replaces it with the damp chill of the iron city. You are running. Your lungs burn with a taste like copper and rust, the air thick with the particulate haze of the steam engines that drive the skyline of Oakhaven. This is not a city of...

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