The Wistful Voyage

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The boiler room smelled of rust and wet wool, a scent that had long since become indistinguishable from the air in my lungs, and as I wiped the condensation from the gauge glass with a rag that had seen better decades, I felt the vibration of the engine not as a mechanical rhythm but as the slow, arrhythmic pulse of a dying god that we had all agreed to worship. I was a stoker, a man of soot...

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