Blades In the Dark

In the shadowy depths of night, the Campo di Lavoro di Dunvil looms as a grim testament to despair. Here, the poorest prisoners toil endlessly, their hands raw and calloused, loading precious cargo bound for the ironclad railway stations while shattering the massive stones dragged from the treacherous Mire.

The camp is shrouded in a perpetual gloom, with flickering gas lamps casting eerie shadows on the weary faces of the laborers. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and despair, and the distant clanking of chains echoes through the night, mingling with the low moans of the overworked souls trapped within its confines.