The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The smell of burnt sugar and stale copper hung in the air of the Ministry of Allocations, a thick, cloying fog that settled in the lungs of Elias Thorne, who sat in his cubicle on the forty-second floor, staring at the gray wall where a single, peeling poster of a smiling loaf of bread served as the only decoration in a world that had forgotten the taste of actual wheat. He was a man of forty...

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