The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train cut through the grey morning. It moved fast. The wheels clicked. A sharp rhythm. It hammered against the bones of the city. Elias stood by the window. He held his ticket tight. The paper was white. It was soft. It was a lie. He looked out. The world was a blur. Smoke and steel. The factories breathed dark clouds. They rose like ghosts. They hung over the streets. They smelled of...

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