The Faded Masquerade

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The air inside the Ironclad was not merely thick; it was a physical substance, a coal-black slurry of soot and pulverized stone that coated the lungs with every ragged breath. Sergeant Elias Thorne crouched in the shadows of the command bunker, his body pressed flat against the cold, sweating iron of the floor grating, while above him the world ended in a rhythmic, deafening percussion of...

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