The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and stale beer, a cloying sweetness that hung heavy in the air like a shroud. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my fingers stained with the black grease of clockwork, watching the men toast to the Great Clock’s revival. They did not see me. They saw only the widow, the woman who had inherited a debt and a dying brother. Thomas sat at the head of the...

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