The Faded Road
The steam hissed from the joints of the great iron beast, a sound like a dying man clearing his throat in the foggy silence of the industrial yard. Elias Thorne stood on the gangplank of the *Aethelgard*, a vessel of blackened steel and riveted plating that looked less like a ship and more like a fortress built for war against the elements themselves. He was a man carved from the same hard...
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