Thanos Kalamidas - Steampunk

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The air reeked of rust, oil, and forgotten dreams. Steam curled around the boots of the salvage team as they stepped through the skeletal remains of a dirigible’s ribbed hull, its copper plating now a patchwork of green oxidation and jagged holes. Above them, torn fabric fluttered from twisted metal like funeral pennants. Wind whistled through the bones of broken airships, each one a monument to hubris and ambition. This was the Bone Orchard, a graveyard of