The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The clock in the town square did not tick, it throbbed, a slow, arterial pulse that seemed to expand the very air of Millhaven until the cobblestones felt like the tiles of a hospital floor and the sky above the water tower was a bruise that would not heal. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the great brass face of the timepiece, his hands trembling not from the cold, which was sharp and biting,...

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