The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The locket was gone. It sat on the workbench. Or it had. I looked at the empty space. The wood was bare. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I fix things. Clocks. Wristwatches. The small, ticking hearts of old machines. My shop is in Harrow. It is a small town. The kind of place where everyone knows the shape of your shadow. The locket belonged to Eleanor. She brought it in last week. It was gold. Thin. Like...

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