The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream always began with the sound of the loom, a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat that thumped in the dark, steady and indifferent to the light that would soon break the horizon. It was not a dream of peace, nor of terror, but of labor, a visceral recollection of hands moving in time with a mechanism that had no beginning and no end. Eleanor Fairchild woke with the taste of iron in her mouth...

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