The Golden Song
The train cut through the grey afternoon like a blade through wet wool, carrying Elias Thorne into a city that had forgotten the taste of peace. He was a man of clocks and gears, a horologist who had spent thirty years listening to the heartbeat of time in small, ticking chambers. But here, in the sprawling industrial metropolis of Veridia, the air did not tick; it hummed with the low, electric...
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