The Distant Machine

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The frost is thick on the windows of the Ironworks, a white lattice that does not melt, though the forges inside burn hot. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have been at this bench for six hours, my hands black with grease and my chest tight with a pain that feels like a rusted hinge turning. The Great Gear is cracked. It is a hairline fracture, invisible to the untrained eye, but I...

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