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... was marked by a sound that did not belong in nature. It was a rhythmic, metallic chiming. Thousands of serrated iron leaves knocked against one another in the biting wind. As Vane stepped past the first line of rusted, petrified trunks, the temperature dropped ten degrees. The air here did not just smell like soot anymore. It carried the heavy, sweet, and dangerous scent of liquid mercury.
Vane adjusted the weight on his shoulder. Mara was stirring. Her breath hitched as the sedative eff ...
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