The Wistful Dinner

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The steam from the boiler room clung to your skin like a damp, invisible shroud, a constant reminder of the heat that built the world and the cold that sought to unmake it. You stood in the center of the factory floor, the rhythmic clanging of the presses overhead providing a metronome to your own internal stillness. For twenty years, you had shaped iron into something that held the sky up, or...

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