The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a grey veil over the factory floor. I stood by the window, watching the droplets trace slow, deliberate paths down the glass. My reflection stared back. A man in a worn tunic, his uniform buttons strained against a chest that had not eaten a full meal in three days. The brass buttons were dull. They had lost their shine. Like everything else in this...

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