The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The metal pica sat cold and heavy in my palm, its face worn smooth by years of use, the serif on the lower left corner chipped away until it looked like a broken tooth. I held it up to the dim gaslight of the basement, checking the alignment of the characters in my mind before I even set it into the chase. The air in the printing house of Oakhaven was always thick, a damp, metallic fog that...

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