The Golden Echoes
The dream was always the same, a cascade of molten gold shattering against the floorboards of a room that did not exist, the sound a sharp, metallic scream that woke Elias Thorne with his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He lay in the dark of the small apartment in Ashworth, the industrial city that smelled perpetually of coal dust and wet iron, and stared at the ceiling...
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