The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a heavy, wet breath from the lungs of the city that settled upon the iron ribs of the Ashworth Foundry. It was a substance that tasted of rust and old pennies, clinging to the skin like a second, colder layer. Inside the vast, cavernous hall, where the heat from the blast furnaces usually drove the air into shimmering waves, there was only a gray,...

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