The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass gears of the regulator ticked against the silence of the workshop. It was a dry, mechanical sound, like a clock counting down to something inevitable. I sat at my bench, my hands stained with the black residue of soot and oil. The air smelled of hot metal and old wood. Outside, the rain lashed against the single pane of glass, blurring the view of the industrial district into a grey...

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