The Golden Downtown
The silence in the workshop was not an absence of sound, but a presence, thick and viscous as the varnish drying on the oak floor. It was a silence that had weight, pressing against the eardrums of Silas Thorne, a man whose hands were mapped with the topography of his trade. He was a restorer of antiquities, a specialist in the delicate surgery of broken things, and for the last three days, he...
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