The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The steam rose in pale columns. It curled against the iron rafters. The air tasted of sulfur and oil. Silas Vane stood at the lathe. His hands were steady. They were always steady. The metal spun beneath his chisel. It sang a high, thin note. A note of tension. Of impending break. He was the Master Machinist of the Blackwood Foundry. A title that meant little to the men on the floor. They...

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