The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The steam from the turbine vents smelled of ozone and wet iron, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I had been walking for three days, or perhaps three hours; time had begun to fracture in the upper galleries of the Foundry, peeling away like old paint in the heat. I was twelve years old, small and shivering, clutching a brass key no larger than my thumbnail. It was warm,...

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