The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in Silas’s office smelled of stale coffee and cold iron. Elias stood before the desk, his hands clasped behind his back, knuckles white. He did not sit. He had never been good at sitting in that room, not since he started polishing the prototype in the basement workshop, not since the nights began to blur into a single, humming continuum. “I need the directorship, Silas,” Elias said....

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