The Smoking Citadel
An older, fortress-pattern foundry seated in a dim rock basin, its ribbed central dome ringed by lit but grimy towers and bridge-spans. A side stack vents a slow dark plume into the gloom, the only motion besides the wardens that cruise its upper water. Silt and growth have settled on its edges; the windows still glow, but nothing inside them moves.
Key traits
- An older industrial generation: blocky, riveted and weathered, lit but long unattended.
- Vents a continuous dark plume from a side stack, drawing on a warm seep in the basin floor.
- Cruised by the system's wardens; a drowned cathedral kept alight by habit, emptied of its people.