The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mill stood against the sky like a bruise that refused to fade. It was a great, dark thing of iron and stone, rising from the fog that clung to the valley floor. We called it The Foundry. It was not a home. It was not a church. It was a mouth. It swallowed the men of Blackwood and spat them out, changed, their lungs dusted with gray powder, their hands stained with the rust of their own...

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