Echos

A quiet fell upon the world as the growling gasoline engines of man ground to an anticlimactic stall. The world, however, did not stop. Things continued to evolve and roll on as they had done since the beginning. Here there was Infamy, a forgotten piece of soil with enough dark corners to support the wheelings and dealings of the black market of that day.

— Fai Fabre, Dauphin De Wolfstein
Machina de Memoria · Geolibri Vita Secundus, pg. 1923

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