The Faded Guest
The soot in the Imperial Foundry did not just settle; it invaded, a fine black dust that coated the lungs and settled into the pores of the skin, turning the men into charcoal sketches of their former selves. Elias Thorne, foreman of the administrative wing, stood before the new steam press, his eyes fixed on the gleaming iron of the main piston, knowing that his thirty-two years of service...
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