The Distant Crown
The vibration began in the marrow of your left leg, a low, rhythmic thrum that matched the heartbeat of the great turbine housing you had spent the last decade constructing. You stood before the Crown, the massive central gear of the Vane Ironworks’ new experimental engine, its iron surface cold and heavy under your calloused palm. It was November 1912, and the air in the workshop tasted of...
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