The Golden Myth
The furnace room was not a place for children, but Thomas had been sent there by his mother, who believed that the heat of the industry could scour the impurity from his soul. It was a cathedral of iron and soot, a vast, breathing belly where the coal gas hissed and the pressure gauges trembled like the hearts of nervous birds. Thomas was twelve, small for his age, with hands that shook not...
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