The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

I woke with the taste of iron and burnt sugar on my tongue, the air in the workshop thick with the smell of hot tin and old varnish. The clock on the mantelpiece, a heavy brass thing with a cracked face, struck four. It was a hollow, muffled sound, as if the mechanism were choking. I sat up, my joints stiff, my hands trembling in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. On the workbench...

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