The Golden Song
"Cut the feed." The words came out of Major Halloway’s mouth like dry gravel. He did not look up from the console. His eyes were fixed on the waveform scrolling across the green phosphor screen, a jagged line that mimicked the trembling of his own hands. Elias Thorne stood in the corner of the bunker, his back against the cold steel of the wall. The air in here was thick, heavy with the smell...
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