The Pale Tale
The low-frequency hum of the Blackwood Ironworks did not enter the ears so much as it settled into the marrow, a persistent vibration that rattled the teeth and blurred the edges of thought. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a night watchman whose primary duty is to ensure the safety of the men who work the day shift, a task that has become indistinguishable from my own survival. For the...
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