The Distant Legend
The banquet hall of the Ironworks, once a temple to the sacred geometry of steam and piston, now groaned under the weight of a silence so profound it seemed to possess its own gravity, a dense and viscous atmosphere that pressed against the eardrums with the force of deep water, while the long tables, laden with the remnants of a feast that had been more ritual than sustenance, reflected the...
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