The Wistful Voyage

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The iron gates of the foundry closed behind you with a finality that felt less like security and more like burial. The air inside was thick, tasting of sulfur and old blood, a heavy blanket that pressed against your lungs. You were a soldier of the forge, a man who had spent his life hammering steel into shape, yet here you stood, unarmed, in a prison of your own making. The silence was not...

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