The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The brass gear slipped from my tweezers and landed on the workbench with a sound like a dropped coin in a silent church, the cold shock of it traveling up my arm and settling in the marrow of my wrist, a chill that had nothing to do with the November damp creeping through the mill’s warped floorboards. I am Elias Thorne, and I have forty-two years of oil-stained fingers and a pension that is...

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