The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The frost had turned the cobblestones of the market square into a slick, treacherous mirror that reflected the grey, unbroken sky, and Elias Thorne stood at the edge of his stall, his fingers numb and white inside gloves that had once been fine leather but were now stiff with age and neglect. He was a man who dealt in time, or at least in the remnants of it, crafting clocks of such intricate...

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