The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, persistent drumming, a sound that had become the background noise of your existence since you took command of the station. You stood in the center of the guardroom, the space so confined it felt less like a room and more like a chest cavity, tight and suffocating. The air smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of the old...

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