The Distant Nightmare

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks was a cathedral of soot and steam, a place where the air tasted of copper and the light filtered through the grimy glass in shafts that looked like the veins of some massive, dying beast. I sat at the edge of the long table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the dust motes dance in the beams. They were not dust, really, but the ash of a thousand shifts, a...

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