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... Black Fang Cliffs had, for years, resonated with the rhythmic, ethereal hum of mana-crystals, a sound that synchronized perfectly with the sharp, clinical heartbeat of Rianor Sudrath. But now, that crystalline melody was dead. In its place, the chamber was filled with the abrasive, discordant clanging of raw metal, the rhythmic screech of iron levers being forced into position, and the overwhelming, pungent scent of machine oil and ozone.
Rianor Sudrath sat slumped in the corner of the r ...
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