The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not roll in from the harbor; it seeped up through the floorboards of the workshop, a cold, damp exhalation that tasted of iron and old rot. I sat at my bench, the wood shavings piled high around my feet like the shed skin of a dying beast, and held the brass mechanism in my hands. It was a small thing, no larger than a sparrow’s skull, but it hummed with a frequency that made my...

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