The Faded Guest
The low, rhythmic hum of the central steam regulator did not merely vibrate in the air; it settled deep into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s teeth, a persistent, grinding pressure that had become the background noise of his existence in Oakhaven. It was November 1912, and the industrial town sat under a blanket of soot and silence, the factory chimneys belching their black breath into a sky that...
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