The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The brass valve in your hand was cold, colder than the steam that hissed against the iron casing, a chill that bit through the leather of your glove and settled deep in the bone. You adjusted the wrench, the metal slick with condensation, and looked up at the ceiling of the reactor chamber. There, suspended in the thick, sulfurous air, hung the Aetheric Bloom. It was not a plant in any...

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