The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You are late." The voice was thin. It cut through the steam of the boiler room. I stood by the gauge. The needle shook. My hands shook. I did not look up. "Mr. Halloway," I said. "The pressure is high." "Is it?" "Yes. It is." He stepped closer. He smelled of coal dust and old wool. He was my father. He was the foreman. He was the judge. "Then why are you staring at the floor?" "I am checking...

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