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... t, when the displaced of the Underworld had camped among the rusting husks of ancient machines, it had carried the desolate atmosphere of a graveyard that people were merely borrowing for warmth. Snow had drifted unchecked across the open ground, piling against metal limbs and half-buried chassis, the wind whistling through hollow frames like something mourning what had once been alive. Clara’s mansion had stood at the center of that wasteland like an improbable sanctuary, equal parts shelter an ...
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