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“The Thunderground is a secret place waiting inside every one of us... It's the needle in the eye of the storm that's life, the testing point that'll make or break you in the God-Emperor's eyes. You'll only walk it once, but that walk will be forever. There's no turning back and no second chances so you'd better walk with fire in you heart and steel in your spine.”

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Book:Fire Caste
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