The Faded Ruin
The iron rails of the Northern Express groaned under the weight of the locomotive, a sound like the deep, resonant exhale of a dying beast, and Elias stood at the rear of the carriage, his back pressed against the cold metal of the door, watching the landscape of the industrial district blur into a smear of soot and grey fog. He was a man of few words, his face a mask of stone carved by years...
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