The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Elias Thorne’s hands were blackened with grease as he tightened the valve on the steam pipe, the metal hot enough to blister skin if held for more than a second. The outpost sat on a ridge of granite, isolated from the rest of the province by the Gray Mist, a low-hanging fog that rolled in from the north every morning at six o’clock. He had come here to protect Clara, to keep her away from the...

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