The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron fog of the city did not hang in the air; it lived in the lungs. It was a thick, metallic taste that coated the back of the throat, a constant reminder of the Great Smelting, the industrial heartbeat that had swallowed the valley and, in turn, the people who dared to inhabit it. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the soft, black soil that smelled of...

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