The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wren in my pocket was shaking. I could feel the tremor through the leather of my waistcoat, a fine, metallic vibration that matched the trembling of my own hands as I held the tweezers over the escapement wheel. The Grand Meridian did not tick so much as it breathed, a slow, heavy exhalation that filled the vaulted chamber with the scent of oil and old dust. I was forty-two years old, and...

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