The Golden Downtown

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The rain in the old city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a dark varnish over the cobblestones that glistened under the gaslight like wet oil. I sat in the tower of the Great Bell, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old brass, my hands trembling as I held the Golden Gear between my thumb and forefinger. It was small, no larger than a walnut, yet it possessed a...

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