The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The steam in the boiler room did not smell of coal or wet wool, but of iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled deep in the lungs, carrying with it the low, rhythmic whisper of names long since forgotten by the living. I stood before the main pressure gauge, my hand hovering over the valve, listening to the hiss that sounded less like escaping vapor and more like a...

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