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... ried a dry, metallic taste of iron and dust that clung to your tongue like an unwelcome reminder.
In the quiet outskirts of Kargath,a land where borders were more theoretical lines on a map than actual control,an abandoned shipping yard loomed under the dim glow of sodium lamps.
At its heart stood a warehouse, towering at forty meters with thick corrugated walls reinforced by composite plating.
Floodlights perched on the roof like vigilant sentinels, casting eerie shadows ...
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