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Beneath the oppressive gray of smoke and silt, down below the scars of the land, deep in a mineshaft, Rober couldn't do it anymore. It was a moment, in fact, mid-swing of a pickaxe…
Beneath the oppressive gray of smoke and silt, down below the scars of the land, deep in a mineshaft, Rober couldn't do it anymore. It was a moment, in fact, mid-swing of a pickaxe…