The Golden Song
The whistle screams and your throat tightens. You are Elias, twelve years old, standing in the shadow of the new engine in Oakhaven. The air is thick with soot and a strange, humming vibration that you feel in your teeth before you hear it. It is not a sound, exactly. It is a pressure. A golden dust hangs in the beams of light cutting through the factory windows, settling on your soot-stained...
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