The Rust-Eater's Confession

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2026-06-14 02:19:43 -

(Variant V-03: Dirty Realism) The air in the Undercity tasted of oxidized iron and old sweat. It was a thick, yellowish soup that clogged the lungs and turned the skin the color of a bruised plum. I spent my days crawling through the ventilation shafts of the Upper Spires, scraping the rust off the conduits with a piece of sharpened slate. They called me the 'Saviour' once. That was before the...

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