The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The brass was cold, but the air in the foreman’s office was thick with the smell of tobacco and damp wool. "You can’t have it, Elias," Halloway said, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing. "It’s not a toy. It’s property of the firm." "It’s just a whistle," Elias said, his voice tight, the words scraping against the back of his throat. "Father’s lungs are filling up. The men say it...

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