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Chapter 66: The Dead Man’s Lands
Author: Godfather Excelsior
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Talon walked along the cobblestone road, the stones uneven under his boots, until the path dipped and the town below came into view. At first glance, it had the same feel as the bigger cities back home: walls, chimneys, bustling streets. But the longer he stared, the more he realized he had never seen anything like it.

A tall tower stood in the center, not for defense, but covered in massive wheels and gears that turned endlessly, clattering with the precision of clockwork. The noise was steady, like a war drum in the distance. He blinked, trying to make sense of it. That alone was enough to make Talon pause; back home, even in the great capitals, this sort of structure simply didn’t exist.

“Great,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “First thing I see in this world is a flying kettle, and now there’s a building-sized one powering the town. Definitely not Bluefeather anymore.”

After staring for a fair bit more, he began thinking of what the tower could be.

“Some sort of mi
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