The Golden Echoes
The mainspring of the Great Chime snapped with a sound like a bone breaking under a boot, and you did not flinch. You were already reaching for the tweezers, your fingers steady despite the tremor that had lived in your left hand for the last three winters. The dust motes in the shaft of moonlight seemed to hang suspended, waiting to see if you would drop the tool, but you did not drop it. You...
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