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... clean, thin air of the Sol peaks or the damp, salt-heavy mist of Zenith. It was a stagnant soup of coal smoke, ozone, and the metallic tang of a thousand cooling furnaces. Vane led the way through a narrow alleyway where the soot had settled into drifts like black snow, his boots making a soft, rhythmic crunch that Valerica struggled to match.
They had been moving through the industrial outskirts for three days. The process was exhausting in a way that had nothing to do with combat. It ...
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