The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron lung of the city did not breathe; it convulsed, a giant ribcage of soot-stained brick and gaslight that expanded and contracted with the rhythmic, mechanical thud of the foundry hammers three blocks east. I lay on the cold stone floor of the alley, my back pressed against the damp wall, watching the steam rise from the grates in slow, ghostly spirals that tangled with the smoke until...

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