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... ions from the asymmetrical block and a hiss of pressure, the great metallic wheel began to spin, and the heart of the craft came alive. The machina pneumatica did not roar as Lansius had imagined but gave a steady hum, its rhythm certain, building speed with each turn. Pipes branching from its body grew hot, and the morning chill that clung to their surfaces wept into droplets that ran down and mixed with oil. There was no separate exhaust, only the pipes that funneled the buoyant, lighter-than- ...
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