The sound hit the Mayor’s chest like a physical blow. It was the bellow of the steam whistle, the sound of five hundred workers punching out, the sound of relief and exhaustion and industry. It echoed out the open window of Mylene’s house and rolled down the street like a thunderclap.
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Storm Drain, November 12th (Heavy Rain). Cardinal, Dawn (Distress Call). Teakettle, Just Before Whistle. The sound hit the Mayor’s chest like a physical blow