The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain in the iron city did not fall; it hung. It was a suspended grief, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Foundry, where the air tasted of rust and ozone. Elias stood by the cooling vats, his hands still, his breathing shallow. He was a man carved from the same hard steel as the walls around him, silent and enduring. The shift whistle blew, a shriek that tore through the...

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