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In a technologically advanced but morally bankrupt metropolis powered by hex-tech and blood-runes, a coven of aristocratic witches engages in a deadly political game. They must assassinate and backstab their way to the top of the parliament to control the dwindling arcane resources that keep their lavish, drug-fueled society from collapsing.

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In a plague-ridden 14th-century port city, a disgraced physician salvages his reputation by discovering a method of reanimating the dead. His first corpse-laborer, stitched into waxed funeral linen, can unload grain, haul refuse, and handle infected matter without spreading ordinary sickness, and that practical miracle makes him indispensable almost overnight. What begins as emergency labor quickly becomes commerce and prestige: wealthy households begin displaying corpse-servants at table, using the dead as both status symbol and proof that they can buy protection from a world collapsing under pestilence.

The doctor is soon drawn into a bargain with a merchant consortium that offers him money, political cover, and access to bodies if he scales the practice into a true industry. Under their protection, he helps turn plague death into infrastructure: undead porters, sanitation crews, and household servants become the hidden machinery keeping trade alive while the living die around them. But to keep this arrangement intact, he has to conceal the first signs that his creations are no longer merely obedient corpses. They are remembering, noticing, and developing a shared interior life shaped by the disease that killed them.

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A desperate tomb robber joins a crew chasing one last impossible score beneath the desert, only to descend through a sinkhole and find an inverted pyramid hanging over a bottomless shaft: a black stone mountain nailed upside down into the earth. Inside, the place obeys burial logic rather than living law. Sand falls upward into ceiling cracks, wrappings drift like drowned weeds, and the whole structure groans under the strain of remaining sealed. When the crew breaks the first treasure seal, the pyramid rotates underground, and thousands of mummified bodies shift inside its walls like dry grain.

The robbers soon realize they have not found a tomb but a lock made from the dead. Its treasures are counterweights, its passages are restraints, and its embalmed inhabitants are the pressure holding shut the roads beneath the world. Their theft wakes the forgotten god buried below—not as a distant myth, but as a force that uses the pyramid’s architecture to punish intrusion. As the crew turns on itself over the treasure, one robber is dragged upward into the ceiling by invisible hands and entombed alive inside the stone, becoming another living piece of the mechanism the crew has damaged.

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