The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bell rang at four, and it was not the sound of time passing but of time arriving, a heavy, brass-throated note that split the autumn air of Oakhaven and found me hunched over the escapement wheel in the drafty corner of the mill workshop, my fingers black with grease and trembling with the specific, cold fear of being caught. I was twelve years old, though I did not feel it, for the clock’s...

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