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... the mine, their clothes tattered, their faces gaunt. They had once been workers too, but now they were enemies, driven by a hunger not just for food, but for the very soul of the mine itself... Geomarrow. Their weapons — makeshift clubs, broken pipes, jagged metal shards, and loaded guns — gleamed in the orange light that radiated from the Geomarrow around them, crude but deadly. They lunged at the miners with ferocity born of need, and every strike was a desperate attempt to claim what the mine ...
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