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... aint-Étienne Arsenal, Loire.
France
The factory reeked of hot oil and scorched steel.
Sparks burst intermittently from a grinding wheel where an apprentice honed bayonet blanks for rifles no one wanted to carry anymore.
Steam hissed from the pressure ducts, and through it all moved Lebesgue grizzled, cursing, commanding.
"You’re balancing that spring with your gut again, aren’t you?"
Moreau said, arms crossed behind him, watching from the threshold ...
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