The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The workshop smelled of brass filings and old oil, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the wooden floorboards until Elias Thorne could taste it on the back of his tongue even when he slept. He sat hunched over the workbench, his magnifying loupe strapped to his left eye, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the tiny, golden escapement between tweezers that felt as heavy as iron...

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