The Golden Crossing

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The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged, iron shriek that tore through the fog and shattered the glass of the factory windows. Elias stood still. His hands were black with soot. They trembled. He looked at the clock. The hands pointed to the hour of the accident. The hour when the steam valve burst. The hour when the world ended. The smoke was thick. It tasted of copper and old...

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