The Golden Visit

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2026-08-23 09:48:50 -

The Golden Visit

The snow had not yet fallen when I saw the first speck of gold on my workbench. It was no larger than a grain of sand, glowing with a faint, sickly heat. I knew what it was. We all knew, though we spoke of it only in whispers. It was the Golden Dust, the residue of a clock dying. My shop, tucked into the narrow bones of the ancient city of Vane, was failing. The Grand Meridian, the great clock...

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