The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wind outside the steel-paneled walls of the bunker did not howl so much as it whispered, a low, persistent friction against the reinforced glass that sounded like dry leaves skittering across a grave, and inside, where the air was thick with the metallic tang of recycled breath and the damp, earthy smell of the soil they had been forced to cultivate in the narrow hydroponic bays, Thomas...

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