The Clockwork Martyr
The air in Manchester was a thick, grey soup of coal dust and desperation. Thomas Thorne lived in the shadow of the Great Loom, a factory that produced more cloth than the entire city of Florence had in its golden age. Thomas was a man of gears and grease. He was the lead engineer of the mill, a genius who could hear a misalignment in a piston from three floors away. He had designed the...
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