The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The steam hissed. A thin, white vein in the dark. I watched it. My name was Elias. I was a man of iron and steam. The factory was a beast. It breathed. It ate. I fed it. My hands were soot. My lungs were dust. But my mind was clear. Clear as the glass of the observation deck. Below me, the city slept. London. Grey and wet. The fog rolled in. It tasted of coal. I loved it. I hated it. It was...

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