The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall of the Ashworth Conservatory hummed with the low, metallic thrum of the new pneumatic engines that had been installed beneath the floor, a vibration that traveled up through the soles of one’s shoes and settled in the teeth like a bad filling. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the peculiar, ozone-sharp tang of the machinery, a smell that seemed...

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