The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the foundry tasted of iron and ozone. It was a sharp, metallic bite that coated the back of your throat. You held the tongs. Your hands were steady. They had to be. The molten steel glowed in the crucible, a white-hot eye staring back at you. It pulsed. It breathed. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against your chest, against your skin. You felt it in your bones. A deep,...

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