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Two hulking, steam-powered Automata dragged a rectangular coffin onto the stage. It was not made of wood or stone, but of a dark, swirling metal that seemed to drink the light itself. Koutetsu— Cold Iron. The bane of all fae, spirit, and witch-flesh.

"Sorceress! Witch! Break her!"

What emerged was not the broken girl they expected. koutetsu no majo annerose

"This coffin won't hold me. It will feed me."

Annerose lifted her head. Rain dripped from the tip of her sharp nose and the curve of her lips. Her eyes, the color of molten copper, held no fear. Only exhaustion—and a flicker of rage that could melt steel. The bane of all fae, spirit, and witch-flesh

The rain over the Imperial Capital of Erebonia never fell clean. It was always a grimy slurry, washing soot and rust from the towering smokestacks of the great Factories of Progress into the gutters below. For most, it was the smell of a new era. For Annerose von Velt, it was the smell of a grave.

The witch in the iron skin opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the reflection of a world that had forgotten how to bleed—so she decided to remind it. Break her

She smiled. It was a terrible, beautiful thing.