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Changeling Encounters: Steam Lover
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The lift in Number Seven Courtroom carried me from the basement cells to the dock accompanied by the mournful creak of rusty chains and worn pulleys. I knew firsthand how hard it was tugging on the ropes. I’d been doing it for fifteen days and had blisters to prove it. I hoped the buggers down below didn’t let go. Otherwise I’d plummet to my death.