The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream was always the same: a clock tower of white stone, its face fractured, the gears hanging in the air like broken teeth. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the cold settling deep in his joints. It was 1912, and the air in his small flat in Manchester was thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp wool. He sat up, wincing as his right hand spasmed, the fingers...

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