The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The glass was cold. I wiped it. Again. And again. The shop smelled of sawdust and old varnish, a scent that had seeped into the pores of my hands so deeply it was indistinguishable from my own skin. I am Arthur Vane. I make clocks. Not the cheap ticking things from the mall, but the heavy, iron-lunged mechanisms that hold time in their teeth. They are honest. They do not lie. They simply turn....

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