The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass gear in my hand was cold, colder than the iron of the workbench, and it crumbled into grey ash before I could set it into the escapement. I watched the dust settle on the velvet mat, a fine powder that smelled of burnt copper and old rain. This was not the first time the metal had failed me, but it was the first time I had understood why. In Oakhaven, the weather is not merely a...

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