The Golden Song
The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, rhythmic thrum of a steam engine, a sound so pervasive and mechanical that it seemed to vibrate through the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a low-frequency hum that had replaced his own heartbeat long before he had opened his eyes to the grey, industrial dawn. He lay in the narrow cot of his quarters, the air thick with the scent of coal dust...
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