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// Chapter 5 
// Story: One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon 
// by Tartarusbound 
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	Crag rushed down ancient avenues, joining the adults in their search. While Writ had tried to dissuade him, Crag knew that the mine workers would never smell food… or the moldy clay of the golems… or much of anything that wasn’t soot.

Not that there was much to smell. So far, three dozen structures were empty… save for the dust. 
Sandy ran after Crag, panting as she struggled to maintain a light spell. Crag waited for his younger sister, staring at a newly illuminated structure.

The Incubator.

Wait… without the golem taskmasters… was Thrasher running free?

The siblings shivered.