The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron bell of the foundry did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore through the damp, soot-choked air of Oakhaven, a shriek of metal under impossible tension that silenced the clatter of the hammers and the murmur of the men who stood in the yard. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the casting pit, his hands resting on the cool, unyielding iron railing, watching the chaos unfold...

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