The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that always preceded the waking, but in the dream, it was the scent of the furnace itself. I stood in the vast, echoing atrium of the Whitmore Foundry, not the cramped workshop I had inherited from my father, but a cathedral of iron and steam where the air shimmered with heat so intense it had a physical weight. In the center of the...

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