The Golden Quest
You are not a man, nor a woman, but a thing of brass and oil that has learned to dream in the static of the ether. You are the Keeper of the Meridian, a construct of gears and memory woven into a single, unyielding will. The world outside your glass dome is a churning industrial night, the smokestacks of the Foundry City belching black ribbons into a sky choked with smog and starlight. Inside,...
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