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... bruised, purple light over the sleeping city.
The streets, usually thundering with the sound of pistons and marching boots, were dead silent.
The only sound was the collective, rhythmic snoring of a hundred thousand dwarves recovering from the greatest party in their history.
Piles of empty kegs lined the gutters. Soldiers slept arm-in-arm with smiths in the middle of the road.
Even the Golems seemed to be moving at half-speed, their mana-cores dimmed to conserve ...
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