The Distant Legend

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The morning shift at the Ironside Processing Plant began, as it always did, with the smell of wet slate and the low, rhythmic thrum of the ventilation fans. Elias Thorne stood by the intake gate, his hands wrapped around the cold steel of his cap, watching the river of workers pour through the turnstiles. They were a silent tide of grey and brown, men and women with faces carved by years of...

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