Ironcross
Ironcross sits where two highways meet a ribbon of mineral-rich rock, a ramshackle ring of timber and stone built around a single deep shaft called the Redway; wagons, prospectors and hired muscle pass constantly, and lantern glow and mine smoke stain the night sky, while a persistent hum of extraction, bargaining, and rumor keeps the town tense and alive.
Ironcross
Where the road meets the vein, fortunes are dug and oaths are tested.
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