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... eartbeat. Giant pistons slammed into the earth with the weight of falling mountains. The air was a thick choking soup of superheated grease and spent mana coal. High above, the massive brass gears of the Foundry District turned with a slow grinding inevitability, casting jagged shadows across the circular gear platform where the two combatants stood.
Magnus stood in the center of the arena. He was a mountain of a youth whose Academy uniform seemed one deep breath away from shredding at t ...
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