The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The soot of Aethelgard did not settle; it hung, a suspended particulate that tasted of iron and stale coal, coating the back of your throat with a gritty permanence. You are twelve years old, Elias Thorne, and you stand before the Iron Magistrate in the Calibration Hall, your left arm grafted with the Glass Vein, a translucent mechanical limb that currently pulses with a cold, terrified blue....

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