The Golden Circuit
The turbine is singing again, a low, resonant hum that vibrates in the fillings of my teeth and settles deep in the marrow of my chest. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and the senior engineer of the Blackwood Mill, and I have been here for twenty years, long enough to know that a machine which sings is a machine that is alive, or at least, dangerously close to it. My heart, however, has...
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