The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

I have counted the seconds for twelve years. That is how long I have spent in the Imperial Horological Workshop, a place that smells of brass filings and cold tea. My hands know the weight of every gear I have ever cut. Four hundred and twelve teeth on the main wheel. Three hundred and six on the center pinion. I know them by the feel of the burr, by the way the steel sings under the file. I am...

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