The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the vault was thick with the scent of ozone and old sweat, a metallic tang that coated the back of Arthur Pendelton’s throat as he wiped the condensation from his goggles. He was a man of precise angles and sharper wit, a restorer of clocks who had long ago traded the open sky for the subterranean hum of the city’s hidden machinery. Here, in the sealed chamber beneath the old...

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