The gas lamps in Steam City kept burning, casting the night into a somewhat decayed orange-red color.
Su Yan wrapped her old linen coat tighter. In this city full of steam and gears, she wanted to get rid of the modern flavor that was incompatible with this place.
"Let me tell you, do you really think that those people who shout about 'mechanical ascension' in the newspapers all day long have hairy bread in their heads instead of gears?" Alison, the proprietress of the "Old Time Bookstore", spoke in an exaggerated tone, talking about all kinds of people in Steam City with great brows.
