The Golden Quest
The bell above the door did not ring; it groaned, a low, rusty exhalation that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s boots as he crossed the threshold of the Ashworth & Sons Iron Foundry. The air inside was thick, not with smoke, but with a heavy, sulfurous stillness that hung over the molten pits like a shroud. It was the winter of 1914, and the city outside was already dark, but...
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