The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The boiler exploded. It was a Tuesday. The steam filled the corridor with white, scalding fog. I stood in the hallway. My skin felt tight. The heat was a physical weight. It pressed against my eyes. I did not blink. The factory was a cathedral of iron. We worked the night shift. The machines groaned. They had teeth. They had hearts. I knew their rhythms. I knew their moods. They were old...

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