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... he Economy of Rust
Stepping into the belly of Bakasa City felt like entering a giant factory machine that hadn’t been serviced in ages. The air was heavy, smelling of a mix of hot metal, used oil, the sweat of thousands of humans, and the chest-tightening smoke of coal combustion.
Dayat was still supporting Dola, who was pretending to be crippled. They walked along the main street of the Outer District, a slum area behind the great wall where houses were built stacked on top of e ...
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