The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The heat in the furnace room was a physical weight, pressing against my lungs like a wet wool blanket, and the roar of the fire was the only voice that mattered in this dying city. I was forty-two years old, and my hands, once steady enough to hold a thread of molten silica steady in the air, now trembled with a hunger that had nothing to do with the cold. I needed the commission from the city...

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