i) The stink of iron rose

The stink of iron rose to meet the group as they trawled through the corridors of the dome. Fassn waved a torch this way and that, causing shadows to leap and dance in disconcerting patterns. Shyan held her shield high despite the apparent absence of danger. They stepped as lightly as they could, as the iron stink grew.

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