The Golden Crossing
The screwdriver bit into the brass casing with a sharp, metallic screech that echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling. Elias twisted the wrist, feeling the resistance give way, and pulled the tiny gear free. It was cold in his palm, heavier than it looked, a dense knot of metal that had ticked away forty years of his life. He dropped it into the velvet-lined box he had been packing since dawn. The...
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