The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron gate of the Foundry City did not open for you; it groaned, a sound like the tearing of old canvas, before the gears, slick with black grease and the sweat of unseen laborers, forced the aperture wide enough for your armored bulk to pass through. You stood at the threshold of the industrial necropolis, where the sky was not a sky but a ceiling of soot and steam, and the air tasted of...

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