The Distant Summer

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The air in the foundry was thick, not merely with heat, but with a substance that seemed to have weight and will, a humid, metallic fog that clung to the skin and settled in the lungs like fine sand. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the crucible, his hands steady as iron, his eyes fixed on the swirling, molten gold that bubbled with a life of its own, a life that pulsed in time with the...

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