The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The escapement wheel lay in my palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird’s eye. It was brass, tarnished by the humidity of the tower, and it fit my hand with a precision that felt less like craftsmanship and more like possession. Outside, the gulls screamed their thin, metallic cries against the grey sky, a sound that had begun to bleed into the silence of the clock room. I was forty-two years old,...

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