The Golden Myth
The Golden Myth Beatrice Gold found the first key on the morning Professor Alistair Golden died. It lay on his workbench like a fallen leaf of some brass botanical tree—long, slender, its bow carved with a bird in flight that she had never seen before, its blade etched with numbers that matched no lock she knew. She was thirty-eight, a horologist by trade and by temperament, someone who...
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