The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had been falling on the iron roofs of the Blackwood Foundry for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that turned the air thick with the smell of wet rust and ozone. Inside the main hall, where the great steam engines stood idle like sleeping leviathans, Elara Vance stood before the Council of Directors, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of...

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