The Golden Echoes
Chapter One The rain had finally filled the dried wells of the migration quarter, turning the cracked earth of the Salt Gate into a slick, mirroring skin that reflected the neon bleed of the mall across the street. It was the kind of wet that seeped into the bones, a physical fact of the dot-com crash era where every asset, from real estate to human dignity, was suddenly underwater. I stood on...
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