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## The Last Engine of Aethelgard The sky over Aethelgard was not a sky, but a heavy shroud of charcoal grey, weeping a constant, oily rain that tasted of sulfur and old coins. In the heart of the capital, the Great Gear-Tower loomed like a rusted finger pointing accusingly at a god who had long since departed. Arthur Sterling sat in the shadow of the tower, his fingers tracing the cold, pitted...
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