The iron heart beat like a clock wound too tight.
I came to in the coliseum with blood on my teeth and steam rising from my ribs. The crowd above roared through the gaslit grates, their voices muffled by three stories of stone and shadow. I could hear the gears grinding in my chest—every heartbeat sent a fresh tremor through the iron framework embedded in my flesh. Another victory. Another day of being kept alive for their entertainment. The...
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