The Faded Guest
The banquet hall of the Ironworks sat heavy with the scent of roasted goose and stale cigar smoke, a suffocating perfume that clung to the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany tables where the town’s elite gathered to celebrate the completion of the new steam engines, engines that would pump the lungs of the city full of coal dust and progress, and in the center of this chaotic, glittering...
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