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... d ruins of Northveil, a desolate mourning for a fallen city. It carried with it the suffocating stench of oxidized rust and the heavy, lingering pall of steam-driven soot. High atop an observation balcony that remained only half-finished—a skeleton of rebar and cold stone—General Rudigor stood like an immovable monument of steel.
His singular mechanical eye, a glowing orb of malevolent crimson, pulsed with a dim, rhythmic light. It whirred as it scanned the landscape below. What had onc ...
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