The Distant Wound
The incision site is bleeding, a slow, rhythmic pulsation that mirrors the heart of the machine you are trying to repair, a mechanical lung that breathes for the colony, a vast, iron beast that lies in the center of the Hall of Sighs. You are the Keeper of the Breath, a title that sounds noble in the old texts but feels in your bones like a chain forged from rust and cold steel, a burden that...
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