The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The hammer rested on the workbench, its head cold to the touch, waiting for the final strike. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the ticks of the shop’s other clocks, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, until the silence became a physical weight in his chest. He was forty-two, but the face staring back at him from the glass of the "Golden Master" chronometer was sixty, the skin drawn...

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