The Echoes of the Rust-Belt
The caverns of the Low-Sump were not cities; they were wounds in the earth. Everything was damp, smelling of sulfur and the slow, wet rot of a civilization that had forgotten how to breathe. The Planetary Engines were no longer machines of science; they were the "Iron Idols," gargantuan, pulsing masses of rust and rivets that the people of the Sump worshipped with a desperate, frantic piety....
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