The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The whistle blew at dawn, a shrill, metallic tear that split the grey morning air. It was the sound that always came first, before the shuffling of feet, before the cold bite of the wind off the canal, before the heavy iron gates of the Foundry District swung open with a groan that sounded like a dying man’s breath. Elias Thorne stood by the fence, his hands tucked into the pockets of his...

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