The Faded Shield
The wrench bit into the hex bolt with a sharp, metallic crunch that vibrated up Elias Thorne’s forearm and settled in the hollow of his chest. He tightened the coupling on the Aegis turbine’s left bearing, checking the torque against the manual, the oil-slicked leather cover of which was worn white at the corners. The foundry floor was a maze of iron grating and steam pipes, the air thick with...
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