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Chapter 23: The Under-City Gates
Author: Mani Mayox
last update2026-08-29 13:01:20

The freight elevator plummeted down the dark steel shaft, descending far past the neon-soaked luxury of the upper sectors. The hum of clean anti-gravity engines slowly gave way to the sharp, mechanical grinding of rusted subterranean gears.

Outside the reinforced glass window, the pristine architecture of Sector 1 melted into the chaotic, industrial ruins of the lower levels.

"Sector 0 isn't listed on any official map of Neo-Aethelgard," Lyra said, leaning against the elevator wall as she monit
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