The Faded Quadrant

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The steam hissed. It was a constant, low moan that lived in the pipes of the Ironworks. It wrapped around the legs of the men. It clung to the sweat on their backs. The air was thick. It tasted of rust and hot metal. Elias Thorne stood by the furnace. He watched the slag flow. It glowed orange. Then it turned red. Then it died to black. He was a machine. His hands were scarred. They were mapped...

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