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The Cinder District had earned its name honestly.
Once a thriving industrial grid, now it was a scorched wasteland where ash clung to every surface, and nothing grew but the blackened vines of ruin. Great smokestacks stood like broken fingers against the sky, and the wind smelled of rust and betrayal.
The transport crawled to a halt on a ridge ov
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