The Golden Echoes
The air in the High Court of Acoustics tasted of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stared down at Major Halloway. "You have failed to suppress the anomaly," Elias said, his voice flat and hard as the iron grating beneath his boots. "I demand your resignation, Halloway. The Golden Echoes are a weapon of the lower classes, a psy-op to destabilize...
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