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... hey were just as oppressive.
Here, the smog didn’t smell like sewage; it smelled like ozone and burning mana. Patrols of Iron Golems marched in perfect synchronisation, their heavy metal feet clanking against the brass-plated roads.
Hephaestus led them through the shadows of the massive ventilation ducts, moving with a familiarity that spoke of a childhood spent sneaking out of the palace.
Suddenly, the Prince stopped.
He turned around, his grease-stained face ill ...
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