The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron gates of the Foundry did not open so much as they exhaled, a long, metallic sigh that tasted of sulfur and cold rain. You stand before them, a boy of ten winters, your fingers numb against the rough, pitted texture of the iron, your breath forming small, fleeting ghosts in the damp air of the industrial twilight. The mist clings to your wool coat, heavy and wet, a second skin that...

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