The Golden Ritual
The train slowed, exhaling a plume of black smoke that hung over Oakhaven like a shroud. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his case of tools heavy in his hand, the clink of steel against steel the only sound that felt real. He was thirty-four, a master clockmaker with a reputation for precision and a debt that weighed heavier than the iron in his blood. His father had died owing the bank...
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