The Faded Paradox
The brass instruments of the airship *Aethelgard* hummed with a low, persistent frequency that vibrated directly against the sternum, a physical sensation that I had long ceased to register as sound and had come to perceive as a kind of rhythmic pressure, a mechanical heartbeat replacing the biological one that had failed me three years prior in the coal-choked streets of Pittsburgh. I sat in...
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