The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Don't stop, Elias. Don't you dare stop winding it. The words hung in the cold air, thin and brittle as the frost that was already creeping up the windowpanes of the workshop. Your father, Arthur, was lying on the cot in the corner, his face a mask of grey exhaustion, but his eyes were open, fixed on the half-assembled Grand Chime on the workbench. You wanted to finish it. You wanted to finish...

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