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... began to smell like iron.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
A thick, mineral tang drifted through the air, the kind that clung to the back of the throat and made one instinctively swallow. Before the steel mill itself even came into view, Qiu Qianfan spotted movement ahead on the road.
Carts.
Lots of them.
Oxen and horses strained against wooden yokes, hooves thudding in uneven rhythm as cart after cart creaked forward. Each vehicle was piled high wit ...
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