The Distant Legend
The gear was cold. That was the first thing I noticed, the way the steel sucked the heat right out of my palms. I held it up to the overhead light, a massive ring of teeth that had to fit the new turbine with a tolerance of a few thousandths of an inch. My hands were shaking. Not the bad shakes, the ones that come from too much coffee or a long night on the floor. This was a rhythmic clicking,...
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