The Steam-Blood Symphony
(V-11: Gothic Style) The city of Ouroboros was a nightmare of iron and ivy, where the sky was a permanent bruise of charcoal smoke. Below the streets lay the Great Engine, a sprawling mass of brass pipes and screaming pistons that powered the city's eternal lanterns. I was the Master of the Engine. It was my job to ensure the rhythm never faltered. But the Engine didn't run on coal. It ran on...
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