The Golden Echoes
The Golden EchoesThe clockmaker's workshop in Mayfair held time like a prisoner—ticked and whirred behind glass, caged in brass and gold leaf, but never free. Henry Ashworth-Crane had inherited it from his father, and his father from his grandfather, each generation adding another layer of patina to the counters, another rack of tiny screwdrivers to the pegboard, another shelf of half-finished...
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