The Golden Circuit

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The rain had been falling for three days, a grey curtain that turned the streets of London into slick, dark mirrors. I sat in my workshop on the third floor of a narrow building in Bloomsbury, the door locked, the curtains drawn tight. The air inside smelled of hot metal, brass filings, and the stale, metallic taste of fear. On the workbench before me lay the watch. It was a masterpiece of...

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