The Distant Promise

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The heat of the furnace is a living thing, a red eye that never blinks. You feed it charcoal until your lungs burn, your hands moving with the precision of a surgeon who has long since stopped feeling pain. You are Elias, thirty-two, and your hands are the only inheritance you have left. The Sun Disc sits on the cooling rack, a sphere of crystal so clear it seems to hold the air itself. It is...

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