The Golden Visit
The furnace did not fail so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh of heat that turned the air in the boiler room into a visible, trembling wall of orange haze, and you, young Elias, stood at the center of it with your hands pressed against the cold, iron face of the pressure gauge, knowing with a sudden, visceral certainty that the machinery was no longer a tool but a living thing that...
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