The Golden Maze
The first gear jammed at noon, a screech that tore the air in my workshop like a wound. I was forty-two, a master clockmaker in Oakhaven, and I had three weeks to finish the Grand Orrery for the Guild Master or lose my shop, my livelihood, and perhaps my sanity. The town’s shadows moved independently of light, a creeping, whispering debt that had always been there but now seemed to press...
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