The Pale Shadows
The steam hissed in the boiler room, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the damp air. Elias stood before the great iron engine, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence. It was a silence that had no source. It pressed against his eardrums like deep water. He was a man of gears and levers, a mechanic of the unseen forces that kept the world turning. But...
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