The Golden Echoes
The fire started in the boiler room. It was a quiet thing at first. A smell of burning coal. A hiss. Then the heat rose. It hit the walls. It pushed against the windows. The glass cracked. Mara stood by the window. She watched the smoke rise. It curled into the gray sky. The sky did not care. The sky was old. The fire was new. The factory floor was empty. The machines stood still. They were...
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