The Golden Master
The winter solstice gala at Ashworth Hall was not merely a social obligation; it was a debt of blood and brass that Elias Thorne intended to pay in full. For forty years, he had served as the master clockmaker to the Pemberton estate, a tenure defined by the rhythmic, relentless ticking of the Great Hall’s chime mechanism, a monstrosity of Victorian engineering that had fallen silent three days...
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