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The Great Machine:  Labyrinth of Ash "Far below the Great Machine’s burning throat sprawls the Ashen Labyrinth, an iron maze that collects and funnels the never-ending rain of ash, embers, and debris into its dark corridors. The Labyrinth has no origin, no exit, no heart from which escape might be won. It is as old as the Great Machine itself. Some say it is far older, that it is all that remains of some previous Creation that met its end in down the scalding Throat of some prior Great Machine. Whatever its origin (or lack thereof) those who find their way into it… often in a misguided attempt to reach the Machine’s dark heart…. Are damned to wander the mountains of still-smoldering ash until hope or strength fails them, or until they fall to the dark scavengers that spawn in ravenous hordes within the smoldering pits. With every step they are pelted with burning debris and confounded by the inscrutable echoes of talons on iron and the wails of previous explorers who, though long dead, still cry out to lead others to damnation. Meanwhile, the unceasing mechanism of the Damnation Engine thunders far overhead…"

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"Far below the Great Machine’s burning throat sprawls the Ashen Labyrinth, an iron maze that collects and funnels the never-ending rain of ash, embers, and debris into its dark corridors. The Labyrinth has no origin, no exit, no heart from which escape might be won. It is as old as the Great Machine itself. Some say it is far older, that it is all that remains of some previous Creation that met its end in down the scalding Throat of some prior Great Machine. Whatever its origin (or lack thereof) those who find their way into it… often in a misguided attempt to reach the Machine’s dark heart…. Are damned to wander the mountains of still-smoldering ash until hope or strength fails them, or until they fall to the dark scavengers that spawn in ravenous hordes within the smoldering pits. With every step they are pelted with burning debris and confounded by the inscrutable echoes of talons on iron and the wails of previous explorers who, though long dead, still cry out to lead others to damnation. Meanwhile, the unceasing mechanism of the Damnation Engine thunders far overhead…"
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