The Golden Song
Giovanni Barone remembers the sound of the elevator cable first, a groan that mimics the wind through the salt pans, a sound that has been in his bones since the Ministry assigned him the reclamation yard of dead machines. He is thirty-two, a junior clerk whose hands are perpetually stained with the grease of obsolete drives, and he sits across from Director Cavour, an older man whose face is a...
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