Chapter 39 The Hearth of the Vanguard

The heavy iron seal slid shut behind us with a definitive, ringing thud that cut off the wet, squelching noises of the Black Silt Swamp. Instantly, the oppressive, toxic dampness of the wasteland evaporated, replaced by a dry, sterile cold that smelled heavily of preserved grease, ancient stone, and...

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