The Distant Metropolis
The air in the Foundry was thick, not with heat, but with a heavy, suspended silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. It was a vast, cavernous space, a cathedral of iron and steam where the only light came from the glowing orange veins of molten metal that pulsed through the underground channels beneath the floorboards. Here, in the belly of the industrial complex, the...
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