The Faded Ruin
The city of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely held its breath. It was a place of iron lungs and coal-dusted skies, where the fog rolled in thick as wool from the river and settled into the bones of the inhabitants. In the highest tower of the Municipal Spire, Elara Vance sat alone, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence. She was a keeper of the Archive, a role...
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