The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron lungs of the factory breathed a rhythm that was not quite human, a wet, rattling expansion and contraction that filled the cramped, soot-blackened room with a fog that tasted of rust and old blood. Margaret stood at the center of this mechanical respiration, her hands pressed flat against the cold, vibrating metal of the ventilation shaft, feeling the pulse of the machine as if it were...

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