The Furnace Song
The furnace does not sleep. It cannot sleep. It has been burning for eighty years, and it will burn until the iron runs out or the sky falls, whichever comes first. Its flame is a thousand feet tall, orange and white and black, and it looks up from the valley like the eye of a god who has forgotten that he is supposed to care about human beings. Thomas Harlan stood on the ridge above Blast...
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