The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The steam hissed against the glass. It was a thin, white line, trembling in the cold air of the engine room. I wiped it away with my sleeve. My hand shook. Not from the cold. From the weight. "Steady, boy," Old Miller said. He didn't look up. He was polishing a valve wheel with a rag that had long since lost its color. "You’re gripping the wheel like it owes you money. Loosen up." I let go. The...

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