The Golden Master
The sky tore open above the Ironworks at dawn. It did not crack; it simply ceased to be a ceiling and became a mouth. You felt the pressure change in your teeth before the sound arrived. A low, thrumming hum that vibrated in the marrow of your shins. Then the silence. The terrible, absolute silence that followed the breaking of the world. You stood on the catwalk of the foundry, your hands...
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