The Distant Ghost
You are standing in the heart of the machine, that vast, iron-walled cathedral of steam and soot where the air is so thick with the taste of hot metal and old grease that you can chew it between your teeth, and the rhythmic, thundering pulse of the boiler beats against your ribs like a second, heavier heart that you did not know you possessed until the moment you stepped onto the cold,...
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