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... brass and steam, the air thick with the scent of oil and coal, mingling with the acrid tang of fear and anticipation. Gears turned in the towering clock at the center if the square, it's hands ticking ominously as if counting down to some inevitable doom.
The cobblestone streets were lined with vendors' stalls, their wares forgotten as the crowd surged toward the raised platform at the far end.
The platform itself was a grim spectacle, a scaffold of iron and wood, adorned with pi ...
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