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... relief was short-lived.
Ahead of the Pendelton Cruiser, the Ironwood Forest loomed like a fortress wall made of nature.
These weren’t normal trees. They were ancient oaks and pines that had absorbed the heavy metallic particulates from the soil for centuries. Their bark was grey and hard as cast iron. Their leaves were sharp, metallic slivers that chimed in the wind like a thousand tiny bells.
Arthur brought the car to a halt at the tree line. The massive rubber tires cr ...
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