The Iron Wings of Blackmoor

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The fog clung to the moors of Yorkshire like a shroud, thick and cold and smelling of coal smoke and old death. Arthur Blackwood stood at the edge of what had once been his family's estate and stared at the great machine that slept beneath the collapsed roof of the hangar. It was larger than any aircraft he had ever seen in his life—larger, perhaps, than any aircraft that had ever existed. Its...

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