The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air tasted of iron and wet ash. You know this taste. It is the taste of the foundry, of the great industrial heart that beats beneath the city of Oakhaven. You are standing in the nave of the Cathedral of Steam, a structure that is less a house of worship than a machine for holding the sky up. The pillars are not stone but cast iron, black and ribbed, rising into a darkness that swallows...

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