The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the Millbrook Foundry tasted of iron filings and burnt sugar, a thick, metallic sweetness that coated the back of my throat and settled deep in the lungs, heavy as lead. It was the week of the Great Feast, a time when the soot from the furnaces seemed to thicken into a tangible fog that draped over the town of Oakhaven, muffling the sharp cries of the whistles and the clatter of the...

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