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Chapter 46: The Phantom on the Tracks

Author: SleepyAsh
last update publish date: 2026-05-03 17:26:25

The dusk over the Iron-Port was the color of a bruised plum, bleeding deep purples and jagged streaks of orange across the sky.

In the primary rail yard of the Lower District, the *Mammoth* sat like a slumbering prehistoric beast. The massive arctic-class heavy hauler had been retrofitted over the past twelve hours. The brutalist matte-white armor of its northern excursion had been repainted by Thorne’s crews into a matte, light-absorbing black. It no longer looked like an Imperial icebreaker;
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