From the Ashes
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a steampunk story
The tall stone building stained dark with age stood out like a beacon among the squat white buildings of the surrounding city. Rue shivered as she walked past it and pulled the thin, long-sleeved workman’s shirt tightly around her. She glanced up at the gargoyle perched on a column on one side of the church’s large wrought iron gate. Wings splayed, one clawed arm reached down towards the pavement where she stood as if…