The Distant Legend
The steam from the boiler room presses against the back of your neck, a hot, metallic hand that refuses to let go, and you are swinging the wrench in wide, desperate arcs as the pressure gauge needles dance like panicked flies, the iron groaning under a tension that should have buckled the frame an hour ago. You are not a hero, you are a mechanic, and the machine is trying to kill you, but the...
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