The Golden Crossing

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The fog in the city does not merely obscure; it presses against the glass with a physical weight, a grey hand that never lets go. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands, once steady enough to place a jewel the size of a grain of sand into the escapement of a pocket watch, now tremble with a faint, rhythmic spasm that no amount of rest can cure. The workshop is a cathedral of silence,...

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