The Last Star-Engine
The manor house of Blackwood Priory stood at the edge of the Yorkshire moors like a broken tooth against the sky, its gothic arches blackened by a century of coal smoke and sorrow. Inside, beneath the vaulted ceiling of the family library, Arthur Blackwood knelt before a machine that should not have existed. It was three feet tall, constructed of brass and crystal and something that shimmered...
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