The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the basement of the Whitmore textile mill smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that had become so inextricably woven into the fibers of Elias’s life that he could no longer distinguish his own breath from the ambient decay of the city. He stood before the humming array of copper coils and vacuum tubes, his fingers trembling not with cold, but with the...

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