The Rise and Fall of the Iron Dynasty
The sky over the valley was a permanent bruise of charcoal and orange, choked by the breath of a hundred smokestacks. Silas stood on the balcony of his manor, watching the river of molten steel flow through the heart of his city. He had not just built a company; he had forged a world. Silas had begun his life in the belly of the earth, a child miner whose lungs were filled with coal dust and...
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