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The heavy iron wrench slipped from Elias’s sweat-slicked palm, clattering against the stone floor with a ring that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of his bones. He wiped a smear of coal grease across his forehead, his breath hitching in the thick, humid air of the engin…
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