The Distant Nightmare

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The bellows screamed. A high, thin sound that cut through the fog of the foundry. I stood in the center of the molten river, my boots sinking into the sludge. The heat was not just a temperature. It was a weight. It pressed against my chest. It pushed the air from my lungs. I was an investigator. Or I had been. Here, in the dark, the titles did not matter. Only the heat did. Only the pain. I...

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