Where the Machines Wait
They call it the Grave of the Machines. An underground mausoleum of the Ancients, filled with their wondrous devices and strange magic. Those bold enough to venture into its depths (and capable enough to return) spin tales of sights and encounters so astonishing they could not possibly be boasts or mere fiction. And they say its riches are as vast and unfathomable as its depths.
They call it the Grave of the Machines. An underground mausoleum of the Ancients, filled with their wondrous devices and strange magic. Those bold enough to venture into its depths (and capable enough to return) spin tales of sights and encounters so astonishing they could not possibly be boasts or mere fiction. And they say its riches are as vast and unfathomable as its depths.
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They call it the Grave of the Machines. An underground mausoleum of the Ancients, filled with their wondrous devices and strange magic. Those bold enough to venture into its depths (and capable enough to return) spin tales of sights and encounters so astonishing they could not possibly be boasts or mere fiction. And they say its riches are as vast and unfathomable as its depths.
