The Golden Quest
The morning shift at the Halloway Foundry began not with the roar of the steam engines, but with a silence so thick and suffocating that it seemed to press against the eardrums like a physical weight, a silence that was only broken by the rhythmic, metallic clatter of the overhead gantry and the faint, persistent wheeze of the ventilation shafts which struggled to clear the air of the fine,...
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