The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron gate of the Foundry District did not merely rust; it exhaled a slow, metallic breath into the grey morning, a sigh of oxidized iron that mingled with the coal smoke rising from the chimneys of the great textile mills, where the air was thick enough to chew, a tangible weight that pressed against the lungs and the skin alike. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling not from...

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