The Golden Crossing
The boiler room smelled of sulfur and hot iron. It was a heavy, cloying scent that coated the back of the throat. Elias stood in the center of the circular chamber. The walls were lined with riveted steel plates. They glowed with a dull, orange heat. Above him, the ceiling vanished into shadow. A single gauge hung on the wall. The needle trembled. It pointed to red. "Pressure rising," Elias...
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