The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the foundry tasted of copper and wet ash. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the casting pit, his hands wrapped in leather that had long since cracked and peeled. He was not a soldier anymore, not in any official sense, but the weight of the uniform still lived in his shoulders, a phantom gravity that bent his posture. The year was 1894, and the city of Ironhaven was a beast of soot and steam,...

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