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// Epilogue 
// Story: Factory of the Magical Variety 
// by Conglomerate 
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Only the rhythmic clacking of my train on the tracks accompanied me as it traveled at a ridiculous speed down said tracks. The environment had long since changed from the familiar temperate grasslands to a now much more arid savannah. The grass was yellow, and trees were sparse, it was far from ideal conditions, but it was what laid ahead that made this area worthwhile.

A plateau, the one that I had scouted out earlier. Even though it was relatively far from any major resources, it was easily defendable, and most likely unheard of, the signs of a forgotten settlement made that apparent. All of that is what made it a perfect candidate for my new base of operations. There was a lot of planning to do, which meant a lot of building too, but I was up for the task, after all, what could possibly go wrong?

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Stones Crumble...