The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"Sixty credits," I said, tapping the counter. "That’s all you have." Yusuf didn’t blink. He was a thin man, all elbows and quiet, standing in my workshop where the air tasted of sulfur and old copper. He held the deed to the station’s Sector 4 like it was a dead bird. "The house is cursed, Mahmoud," he said. "People say your father still walks the halls. I can’t pay for a ghost." I laughed. It...

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