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Chapter 153: Ashes Beneath the Golden Road — Orcus Town’s Silent Lament
Author: Little LYTA
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Chapter 153: Ashes Beneath the Golden Road — Orcus Town’s Silent Lament

As the final rays of dusk began to smear the heavens with a dying gold, Elias wandered the shattered veins of what remained of Orcus Town, the once-vibrant heart of trade now hollowed to brittle bones and silent streets. The cries of hunger echoed faintly in the background like an ancient song fading with time. For the rest of the day, he had immersed himself deeply into the very marrow of the town’s existence—not as a Holloway scion or as the genius architect of Lyta Company, but as a listener, a witness, a silent bearer of their pain.

Children, with dirt-streaked cheeks and eyes devoid of childish sparkle, trudged alongside gaunt adults into the wild forests that loomed like a cracked emerald wall. They scoured the treacherous thickets and unstable ridges of the Ashed lands, desperately seeking stray fruits or berry clusters clinging to wind-worn branches. But even nature had begun to turn against them. Most fru
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