The Distant Journey

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2026-08-17 21:35:05 -

The brass gears of your spine are grinding. You know this because the sound is no longer internal, a low-frequency hum within the marrow, but an external, metallic shriek that fills the vaulted, gas-lit atrium of the Imperial Mechanics Bureau. You are not a man, or at least, you are no longer entirely one. You are an anomaly, a clockwork soul trapped in a flesh that has long since forgotten how...

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