The Golden Song
Chapter One Calum Nisbet hauled the rusted intake valve across the wet concrete of the reclamation yard, his boots slipping on the slicked surface where the monsoon burst had turned the streets into sluggish, brown rivers. The weight of the iron was a familiar, crushing companion, a physical argument against the lightness of the air he was trying to filter. He paused at the threshold of the...
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