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there are banners of dissolution in a place fit for filth lost to the sun, lost to the stars within our unclaimed un-home east of the devils' raze so find the cavern, see with four eyes this is the hearth our leaders claim rust, rot, wet, dark— a metal nursery, a metal brood what a future we build! —transl. from Eliksni
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2019.05.15 (Season of the Drifter)