The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain falls not as water but as a metallic dust, a fine precipitate of industrial slag that settles on the shoulders of your uniform and tastes of copper and old blood. You stand at the window of the observation deck, a glass box suspended above the churning grey streets of the city, watching the fog curl around the iron girders of the suspension bridges. The year is indeterminate, a blur of...

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