Iron Ship of Empire
The hammer fell. Once. Twice. The copper coil split down the middle with a sound like a bell breaking, and Tom Bailey stood back from the workbench and wiped sweat and oil from his face with the back of a hand that was scarred from burns and cuts and things he did not care to think about. "Blind," Big Bill called from the other end of the workshop. "You're at it again." "I'm at it," Tom said....
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