The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The gold leaf was peeling. Elias Thorne sat at his workbench, the magnifying loupe pressed against his eye, watching the surface of the automaton’s face. It was a small bird, no larger than a sparrow, crafted from brass and steel, intended to sing a specific phrase when the key was wound. But the gold, which had been applied with the precision of a surgeon, was now lifting in jagged, irregular...

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