The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream began with the hum. It was a low frequency, below the range of human hearing, yet Eleanor felt it in the marrow of her bones. She stood in the center of the atrium of the Meridian Group headquarters. The glass floor beneath her feet was polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the towering steel spires that pierced the smog-choked sky of Chicago. The air smelled of ozone and old paper....

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