The Golden Scar
The banquet hall of the Meridian Foundry was a cavern of iron and oil, its air thick with the metallic tang of molten steel and the sweeter, cloying scent of burnt sugar that the administration burned to mask the choking fumes of the smelting ovens that roared outside the reinforced glass, a constant, subterranean thrum that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow of the bone. Arthur...
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