words to the wretches
Oh My Heart, Oh My Soul
Cottington dropped the desiccated pixie’s body into the boiler's holding box and turned the stoking mechanism that fed the fire. A decently dried pixie corpse would give a good six good hours of steady heat. One of the pixie’s wings caught in the mechanism and Cottington grabbed a small poker to push it through to the grate, slamming the holding box door as the pixie flared.
“Charles!” he called, “Open the number two, and watch the pressure on the Professor’s device.”
“Got it, old man!” Charles Porter’s voice echoed from the rear of the hanger. “I know my business, thank you!”
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Cottington dropped the desiccated pixie’s body into the boiler's holding box and turned the stoking mechanism that fed the fire. A decently dried pixie corpse would give a good six good hours of steady heat. One of the pixie’s wings caught in the mechanism and Cottington grabbed a small poker to push it through to the grate, slamming the holding box door as the pixie flared.
“Charles!” he called, “Open the number two, and watch the pressure on the Professor’s device.”
“Got it, old man!” Charles Porter’s voice echoed from the rear of the hanger. “I know my business, thank you!”
read more