The Golden Crossing

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The brass casing sat on the workbench, cold as river stone. It was a cylinder of polished metal, etched with microscopic gear teeth that caught the gaslight. I had been staring at it for three days. The air in the shop smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. Outside, the city of New Veridia churned with the smoke of a thousand steam engines. Inside, there was only the tick of the clock and the...

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