The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The factory floor was a cathedral of iron and steam, where the air hung thick with the scent of ozone and wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the assembly line, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the object in his grip. It was a uniform tunic, navy blue, the fabric so worn at the elbows and knees that it had turned the color of bruised...

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