On either side of the steadfast iron gate, the solemn chimneys rise into a dense cloud that blankets the hollow corpse of a once exuberant city. Beneath the factory lies a
The street was very quiet. The tall buildings that stood still, statues scraping the sky. Rubbish was strewn across the street. The sun shone through the clouds.
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The evening sun, a powerful force, who’s rays penetrated the wild clouds which swirled overhead shone upon the grim establishment. Spires, which reached towards the