The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The furnace mouth glowed a dull, angry orange, a fixed point in the dark. Elias Thorne stood before it, his back straight, his hands hanging loose at his sides. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against his chest, his face, his eyes. It was the only honest thing in the mill. He counted the seconds in his head, one, two, three, four. He was waiting for Gable. Gable emerged from the...

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