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... s tracks, a metallic beast speeding through the deep-earth tunnels.
The rhythmic clack-clack-clack of the wheels usually sounded industrious, the heartbeat of Dwarven engineering. Today, it sounded like a funeral drum.
The interior of the second car was a makeshift triage center.
The plush velvet seats, designed for visiting dignitaries, were stained with demon ichor and human blood.
The smell of ozone, antiseptic, and despair hung heavy in the air.
Mich ...
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