The Steam Ghost
The steam hissed through the pressure valve with a sound like a dying man's last breath, and Arthur Pendelton felt something stir in his chest that was not quite triumph and not quite dread. The Ghost Engine sat on the iron workbench in his workshop, its brass casing gleaming faintly in the gaslight. It looked identical to the commercial calculating engines Croft & Sons poured off their...
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