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... ling, industrialized nightmare of floating metallic platforms, glowing neon light-bridges, and the constant, deafening grind of heavy machinery. The air tasted permanently of ozone and engine grease. Below the narrow walkways, a seemingly bottomless abyss of churning cogs and sparking exhaust vents stretched into the dark. It was a zone designed to test a party’s footing and spatial awareness, completely devoid of the natural elements found in the lower levels.
Vahn Ryker walked across t ...
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