The Faded Frontier

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You stand at the edge of the precipice, not in a valley of grass and stone, but in a chasm of rust and steam. The air here is thick, tasting of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. Below, the machinery of the Ironworks groans, a low, tectonic rumble that you feel in your teeth rather than hear. It is the year of the Great Siphon, or so the histories claim,...

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