The Last Sentinel of the Rust

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The Empire of Iron had not fallen in a day. It had eroded, like a great cliff face meeting a relentless tide of rust. The sky was a permanent shade of bruised ochre, and the air tasted of oxidized copper and old ash. Cyrus stood on the ramparts of the Obsidian Citadel, the last fortress of a dying world. He was the only one left who remembered the Age of Aether, the time when men could bend the...

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