The Cog

The Cog

The sun hung low on the horizon and the air was wet and heavy, everything was still…a little too still. Occasional gusts of wind whipped at her feet, giving her the sense that her surroundings were somehow alive, reaching out for her, calling out for her. Hearing a faint metal on metal sound she froze, her senses heightened.

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