The Golden Echoes
Act I The port at Minami-Kyushu moved in a slow, rust-colored churn, the cranes swinging empty against a sky the color of old dishwater, while the reclamation yards stretched out like the exposed guts of a city that had been eaten from the inside. It was a place where the economy ran on images of prosperity that no longer existed, and the air always tasted of diesel and salt, a physical weight...
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