The Golden Echoes
The vibration starts in your molars before it reaches the floor, a low, tectonic hum that feels less like sound and more like a pressure change in the skull, the kind of silence that precedes a storm breaking over the city. You are Mara, thirty-two, and you are standing in the shadow of the Meridian Tower, a monolith of glass and gold that dominates the skyline of the district, its facade...
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