The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The steam from the valve hissed, a thin, white shriek that cut through the heavy, coal-choked air of the pumping station, and I stood there, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, electric clarity of the moment, watching the pressure gauge needle dance in a red arc that promised either salvation or immediate, total collapse. Margaret was not here. She had left three days...

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