The Golden Downtown
The iron gate of the Royal Foundry did not creak, for it was oiled daily by hands that trembled with the weight of a secret too heavy for the air to carry. Inside, the air hung thick and still, suspended in a haze of molten metal and ancient dust, a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums like deep water. Elias stood at the center of the floor, his reflection fractured in...
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