The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The coal dust had settled into my skin, a permanent, gritty tattoo that no amount of lye soap could scrub away. I was Arthur, the night shift foreman at the Blackwood Iron Works, a man whose life was measured not in years but in the rhythmic, crushing hiss of the stamping presses. The factory was a cathedral of soot and steam, a closed-off world where the air hung heavy with the scent of...

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