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... ing, oily blackness that smelled of grease, rust, and old ozone. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic thud-hiss of the massive pistons driving the Foundry’s heart. It was a mechanical heartbeat that vibrated through the metal walls and settled deep in Vane’s bruised bones.
Vane crawled on his elbows as he dragged his battered body forward. Behind him, Isole’s breathing was shallow and ragged. The Holy light she usually radiated was dimmed to a faint, ghostly glimmer that was just eno ...
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