The Tinker King
I am up to my elbows in green-black grease when I realize I’ve forgotten something.
My favorite spanner.
I curse under my breath. I climb back out of the boiler, my arms stinging faintly from the cold grease.
I’m fairly certain this gunk is the residue from burning myth. Even with so much changed, the remnants of the old Empire still bear painful reminders of a time when Elementals were shoved into the...