The Golden Echoes
The taste of iron fills your mouth, thick and metallic, as you press your back against the cold brick of the alleyway. The air in this city is always heavy, not just with the soot from the factory chimneys that choke the sky, but with the weight of secrets that refuse to stay buried. You are not a hero. You are a man in a uniform that no longer fits, holding a badge that feels like a stone in...
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