The Distant Promise
The iron gates of the Foundry of Echoes groaned shut behind Elias, a sound like a dying lung exhaling its final, rusted breath. He stood in the courtyard, where the air hung thick with the smell of sulfur and wet stone, and watched the last sliver of daylight bleed out over the jagged skyline of the industrial district. It was a world built not of earth and sky, but of gear and steam, a...
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