The Distant Summer

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The iron gate of the Foundry did not open. It stood as a mouth sewn shut, its hinges rusted into a permanent scream that only the wind could hear. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the cold steel, feeling the vibration of the machinery within like a pulse. He was not alone in the quiet of the industrial yard, though no one else was visible. The air smelled of sulfur and wet...

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