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This is a Short Story I had originally written for a creative writing contest in middle school but never submitted. I have brainstormed and considered making it a full book, but never went through. This story I wrote as I was just discovering Steampunk as a Genre. Thank you and comments are greatly appreciated. Please forgive all Grammatical errors.
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