The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The furnace did not roar, but it hummed, a low, tectonic vibration that traveled up through the soot-stained floorboards of the Foundry and settled directly into the marrow of Arthur Pendelton’s bones. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, a continuous thrum of industry that had consumed the valley of Oakhaven for three generations, and Arthur, in his forty-second year, had finally...

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