The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mill stopped. Then the scream. Not a human scream. A sound of tearing metal. A shriek of steam escaping a broken vein. The floor shook. Dust fell from the rafters. Fine as ash. Tommy fell. He hit the wooden planks hard. His head bumped a support beam. He didn't bleed. Not yet. He was still. Miles stood over him. Miles was tall. Too tall for the room. He wore a coat of black wool. It smelled...

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