The Distant Summer

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The iron gates of the Foundry stood open, exhaling a plume of white steam that hung in the air like the ghost of a winter that had already passed. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold, his hands resting on the cold, riveted steel, feeling the vibration of the engines deep within the earth. He was not a man who sought glory, nor did he believe in the divine right of the men who sat in the high...

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