Where flesh fails, iron remembers its vows.
Across the blasted wastes of No Man's Land, where the earth has forgotten the colour of grass and every shell crater is filled with blood and ash, there crawls a machine that neither races nor retreats. It advances with the certainty of a funeral procession.
Disclaimer: This is an original fan-made miniature inspired by the grim aesthetic of alternate-history trench warfare. It is not an official Trench Crusade product and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the creators of Trench Crusade.
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