The Wistful Voyage
The engine coughs, a wet, rattling sound that vibrates through the soles of your boots. You are in the belly of the *Iron Lung*, a steam-driven submersible of your own design, suspended in the black water of the North Atlantic. The pressure outside is a living thing, a weight that presses against the riveted hull like a giant’s palm. You check the manifold gauges. The needles tremble, dancing...
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