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Beneath the rusted bones of a dying city, something ancient stirs.
The undercity breathes in smoke and exhales silence. Gears turn behind walls slick with oil and shadow. Steam hisses through broken pipes. Above it all, the Brass Court watches, masked, eternal, and cruel. Their grip is law. Their justice, a brand seared into flesh.
Far below, in alleys where disease spreads faster than hope, bounty hunters and broken souls scavenge for survival. Guilds trade blood for coin. Whispers of rebellion drown in alcohol and gunfire. But deeper still, past the foundations, beneath the cathedrals and forgotten homes, there are older things. Things with teeth and laughter. Things with purpose.
When a bounty appears with no posted reward, only a name carved in ink, it sets off a chain of events the city is not ready for. A trap, mechanical and merciless. A church steeped in rot and memory. A transformation that burns away the past and replaces it with something cold, beautiful, and monstrous.
What rises from the ashes is not entirely alive. Not entirely human.
Clockwork stirs beneath skin. Eyes glow where none should. And across the fractured city, rumors grow, of a figure that moves like smoke and strikes like vengeance.
The machines run on blood now.
And the price for salvation has never been higher.