The Golden Farce
"You look like a man who has eaten too much of his own pride," said the woman, her voice rising above the hiss of the steam and the clatter of the gears, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones as I stood there, paralyzed by the sheer, impossible magnitude of the machine before us, a towering edifice of brass and black iron that pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light which did...
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