The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron lung of the foundry did not merely heat the air; it consumed it, a hungry, red-mouthed beast that swallowed the breath of the men and exhaled only a thick, sulfurous fog. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the crucible, his hands trembling not from the heat, which had long since become a dull, background hum against his skin, but from a terror so deep it had calcified into a boneless...

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