The Golden Harbor
The brass gear weighed three pounds, four ounces, and a lifetime of careful, trembling hands. You counted the teeth as you polished them, one by one, under the harsh glare of the gas lamp, the metal cool and heavy in your palms, a weight that seemed to pull your shoulders down toward the floorboards. It was the central drive of the Grand Meridian, the clock that held the town of Oakhaven in its...
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