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Chapter 12: The Price of Warmth
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Chapter 12: The Price of Warmth

​Within forty-eight hours of the surface collapse, the intake bay of Level 1 looked like a processing hub for a fallen empire.

​The initial trickle of frozen aristocrats had turned into a steady stream. Guild clerks, minor merchants, regional tax collectors, and disgraced knights were arriving at the outer gates of Sector 99 by the dozen. They stumbled out of the howling, sub-zero blizzard with frostbitten fingers, ruined clothes, and heavy bags of gold that no l
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