The Steam Ascension
I wanted to see the stars. That was the simple truth of it, the thing I told myself every morning when I woke in my cold room above the warehouse and found that the fog had returned, thick as wool and just as suffocating. I wanted to see the stars without the interference of atmosphere, without the yellow haze of London gaslight blurring their edges, without the smoke of a million chimneys...
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