The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the Grand Hall of the Whitmore Industrial Consortium smelled of ozone and stale ambition, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the massive, obsidian-black monolith that dominated the center of the room. It was a machine of such terrifying complexity, a lattice of brass gears, tempered steel pistons, and glass tubes filled with a...

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