The Frozen Skyway
You haul yourself onto the Skyway platform and your stomach drops. The tram cars sit dead on the rails, dark and silent as iron coffins. Without steam, nothing moves.
Wind cuts across the elevated rail, carrying the smell of cold metal and distant smoke. Far below, Cogsworth City's streets are emptying fast, lanterns blinking out one by one. The Furnace district spire is visible in the distance — but between you and it stretches a very narrow, very high rail.
Sometimes the most useful things are hidden in plain sight — or locked inside a stalled tram car.
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