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... that seemed to have been ground up under the wheels of a carriage.
Loimos was standing in the middle of a large room, cluttered with objects of all kinds, magical devices, mechanical contraptions, lights, smoke and steam pouring out from the machines as dozens upon dozens of undeads moved around like industrious ants, pulling levers and pushing buttons, collecting intel through the now deceased drafted soldiers.
Although devoid of death force, the equipment worn by the living so ...
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