The Distant Summer

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The iron gate groaned, a low, resonant moan that seemed to rise from the earth itself. I pulled it open with a strength I did not know I possessed. The air inside the foundry was thick, tasting of sulfur and old blood. It was not a place of fire. It was a place of cold, blue light. The machines stood in rows, silent and vast, their gears interlocking in a rhythm that matched the beating of my...

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