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Jorin was adrift. His small vessel, Das Luos, had slipped off course when an asteroid storm, violent and unexpected, tore through the void. The storm was a maelstrom of cosmic debris, each rock a potential death sentence for his fragile ship. One particularly large asteroid struck with a force that felt like the universe itself
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The city of Mechanica was a masterpiece of precision, constantly filled with the rhythm of gears. Towering spires of brass and steel rose into a sky filled with low-hanging clouds, the exteriors alive with rotating cogs and the hiss of steam vents. Cobblestone streets wound through the districts below where everything was powered by clockwork
The Mythmaker's Notebook 