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... er, rotting timber, and the lingering, metallic tang of old fire. As the carriage they had hired at the rail terminus crested the final ridge, Vane looked down at the town he had once ruled from the gutters. It was a grey, broken thing. The Imperial cleanup crews had done the bare minimum, clearing the main boardwalks and leaving the rest to the encroaching mud.
Valerica sat beside him, her presence a silent, warm weight in the cold morning air. She was dressed in traveler’s grey, her vi ...
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