The Wistful Silence
The steam engine in the basement of the Oakhaven Ironworks did not roar; it hummed, a low, subsonic vibration that Arthur Vane felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. It was a Tuesday in November, 1912, and the air in the factory floor was so cold it seemed to crystallize the sweat on the men’s brows, yet the silence that emanated from the machine was warmer than the frost, a thick,...
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