The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate of the foundry groaned shut behind you, a sound like a dying animal, sealing you in with the heat and the dust. You are standing in the middle of the floor, the concrete beneath your boots slick with sweat and coolant, looking up at the towering furnace that breathes orange light into the gloom. It is not a machine in the way you once thought it was; it is a living thing, a beast...

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