The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The watch was a thing of terrible, unyielding geometry, a brass cylinder the size of a human femur, etched with the interlocking sigils of the Order of the Iron Meridian, and it sat upon the obsidian plinth in the center of the vault, humming with a low-frequency resonance that vibrated in the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones, a sound that was less a noise than a pressure, a physical weight...

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