The Steam-Hearted
The soot of East London was a permanent skin. Arthur worked in the Great Forge, a cathedral of iron and fire where the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and grease. He was a "Scrap-Boy," a frail youth whose lungs were already scarred by the smog. In the eyes of the Overseers, Arthur was merely a defective part in the industrial machine. Arthur’s only sanctuary was the forbidden archives of...
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