The Distant Threshold
Act I "Pressure is holding, but the gauge is lying to us," the Chief Engineer muttered, his breath fogging in the sudden chill that had no source. Kaito Nakagawa did not look up from the valve. His hands, stained with the grease of twenty years, gripped the iron wheel. The engine room of the Kyoto Star was a sealed box of steam and iron, vibrating with the fury of the storm outside. He was...
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