20181228

Day 1,574

The furnace soared overhead, melting snow and citizen alike and leaving a river of smouldering waste in its wake. On wings darker than coal it rode the thermal currents left in the wake of the last furnace as it veered away every now and then to cause chaos of its own.

When the government promised a warm winter for everyone, nobody anticipated them releasing over thirty thousand furnaces into the world. Just the thought of their gaping volcanic maws was enough to send chills down the spines of anyone who'd ever been fortunate enough to survive a sighting.

Nobody had ever seen a furnace land - nobody was certain that it was entirely possible as they were comparable only to whales in their shape and stature. It was wondered if they would crumple under their own weight the moment they stopped being supported by the currents they both caused and perpetuated.

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