The Blue Flame of Blackmoor Abbey
I was born in the twilight that never ended. Grandmother told me about the last sunset. She said the sun hung on the horizon for three days, as if reluctant to abandon a world that had forgotten how to look up. By the time it finally sank below the English plains, the great engines had already taken their places. Twelve thousand of them, though now we say nine thousand, for three have fallen...
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