Armor

[tunnelrussian]

The armor rolls on. The armor rolls on and on through the countryside, soft pistons churning away at a metronome heart, turning air to thick butter. Turning exhalation from icy fog to the clot that burdens the back of a throat after running. On and on. All plates of polished ironwood and sun-gilt brass running off to horizon lines in curves. All

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[elvenman]

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[madnifty]

Hey you.