The Golden Quest
The brass file slipped from Elias Thorne’s fingers, clattering against the workbench with a sound that was too loud, too sharp, and entirely too final for the quiet of the workshop. He did not pick it up. Instead, he stared at the scattering of gears, springs, and polished cams that lay in a chaotic constellation on the scarred oak, feeling the particular exhaustion that settles in the joints...
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