The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream was always the same. I was standing in the cellar, the air thick with the smell of oil and old dust, and the brass gears of the Grand Meridian Clock were hanging in the void like planets. My hands were moving, assembling the escapement, but when I looked into the polished face of a gear, my reflection was not there. It was a second behind. I raised my left hand; the ghost raised it a...

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