The Faded Ruin
The iron bells of the foundry did not ring so much as they screamed, a high, thin, metallic shriek that tore through the thick, sulfurous fog of the city and drilled itself directly into the marrow of my bones, a sound that was less an auditory phenomenon and more a physical assault on the nerves, a relentless, vibrating insistence that the world was made of something hard and unyielding and...
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