The Golden Maze
The boiler did not explode so much as it unraveled. One moment, the Blackwood Foundry was a cathedral of iron and steam, humming with the industrial heartbeat of 1912; the next, the pressure vessel tore itself apart, vomiting scalding water and shrapnel across the floor. Elias Thorne stood in the mud of the yard, his uniform soaked and stiff with soot, watching the smoke curl into the grey...
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