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Thunder, lightning, the clash of armor in the darkness, the clang of an iron gate in the lashing rain, the groan of an ancient key in a rusted lock. The ragged edge of decay wears like iron filigree, the finery of fallen empires. Deeply oxidized surfaces release plundered gemstones from their ruined settings, corrode and crumble, revealing the legend of old patterns playing across their scarred surfaces.