The Steam Sculptor: Crafting Wonders in a Mechanical World

Evangeline wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her leather-gloved hand, leaving a streak of coal dust across her forehead. At twenty-three, she possessed an unusual combination of delicate features and calloused hands, her auburn hair perpetually escaping from its practical bun to frame her face in rebellious curls. Her workshop apron, once white but now permanently stained with oil and metal filings, hung over a simple brown dress that had seen better days but remained sturdy and functional.