The Golden Circuit
The ink in my pen is stiff with the cold that has settled into the walls of my workshop, a dampness that seems to seep from the very stones of Harrowgate, and I find myself tracing the line of the Great Clock’s mainspring in my mind as I write this down, for I am resolved that the repair of the town’s timepiece is the only path to my redemption and my appointment as Master Artificer. I am...
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