The Golden Visit
The brass gear sat in my palm, cold as a river stone, its teeth biting into my flesh with a precision that felt less like metal and more like a promise. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a master clockmaker in Leeds, and I have three days to finish the Grand Meridian for the City Hall, a commission worth four hundred pounds and the entirety of my reputation. My hands tremble. It has been...
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