The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 08:02:40 -

The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel does not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, but of ozone and burnt copper, a scent that seeps into the marrow of your bones and calcifies there, a permanent monument to the machinery of war that has consumed your life and, in turn, has been consumed by the void. You sit at the head of the long, blackened table, your armor polished to a mirror sheen that...

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