The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and accusatory, spoken by the constable who stood in the doorway of your shop. You did not turn. You were bent over the workbench, the loupe pressed tight against your eye, the tweezers trembling in your hand as they hovered over a mainspring no thicker than a eyelash. The shop was a tomb of ticking seconds, a forest of brass gears and glass faces, all...

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