The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The clock tower did not tick; it breathed. That was the first thing I noticed when I climbed the spiraling iron stairs, the air growing thinner and colder with every step, until the dust motes dancing in the beam of my lantern seemed to be suspended in time itself, heavy and golden, like pollen from a flower that had died centuries ago. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a man of ledgers and ink, a merchant...

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