The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

I dreamed I was standing in the atrium of the Sterling Building, but the glass was gone. Just steel ribs, exposed to the wind. I was holding a wrench in my hand. It felt heavy, warm, like a living thing. I tightened a bolt on the forty-second floor. The metal sang. A high, clear note that went straight through my chest. I woke up with the sound still vibrating in my teeth. My name is Mara. I am...

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