The Golden Master
In a Georgian townhouse in London's Mayfair, clockmaker Elias Thorne stood in his grandfather's workshop. The air smelled of brass patina, machine oil, and time itself. On the walls hung seventeen or eighteen longcase clocks, all stopped at three seventeen in the morning—the exact moment Reginald, his grandfather, had passed away. Elias was the last of the family clockmakers. Not the kind who...
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