The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was always the same: a cathedral of steel and glass, its spires piercing a sky the color of bruised iron, humming a low, subsonic note that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I woke in the grey light of the morning, the sheets damp with sweat, the sound of the city’s industry already thrumming outside my window in Manchester, 1912. I was twenty years old, a junior engineer with...

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