PREVIEW
... walls of Narthrador, even though it can no longer be heard. The ancient machine city now lives in silence, like a body that has just awakened from a coma. Gears that were once still now turn slowly. A thin mist of old lubricant and static energy fills the air, hinting that something in the heart of the city has... succumbed, if only for a moment.
The atmosphere of the city is filled with a sharp metallic aroma, as if every fold of time holds a longing for the days when gears and magic d ...
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