The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The tweezers slipped. It was a small thing, a millimeter of drift, but in the architecture of the Golden Master, a millimeter was a chasm. Elias Thorne, fifty-two, held his breath until his lungs burned, his eyes fixed on the escapement wheel that spun with a frantic, arrhythmic stutter. The manor house around him did not sit still; it breathed. A slow, tidal expansion of the plaster walls, a...

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