The Distant Legend
The steam from the main boiler was not merely hot; it was a living, suffocating entity that pressed its face against the glass of the observation deck, a white, shrieking mouth that tried to swallow the darkness beyond the hull, and I stood there, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the soles of my boots but from the terrible, vibrating weight of the truth that was...
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