The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the Blackwood Foundry did not smell of iron, as one might expect, but of burnt sugar and ozone, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of Arthur Vane’s throat every time the new steam turbine cycled to full pressure. It was November of 1912, and Arthur, thirty years old with hands that had grown stiff from decades of precise, repetitive labor, stood before the main pressure gauge,...

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