The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron lungs of the factory groaned in the low light. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his hands clasped behind his back. He was a man carved from patience and ash. The air tasted of coal dust and ozone. Around him, the great hall of the Institute for Ethereal Mechanics stretched into darkness. It was a cathedral of gears and steam. A place where the soul was measured in...

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