The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The tower fell at dawn. It did not crumble. It shattered. The stone turned to powder in the air, suspended for a heartbeat before gravity claimed it. You were inside. You are standing in the dust. The air tastes of copper and old ash. Your lungs burn. You cough, a wet, rattling sound that echoes in the silence. The silence is wrong. It is too heavy. It presses against your eardrums like deep...

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