The Golden Master
The town clerk, Mr. Halloway, called his name from the bottom of the tower stairs, his voice thin and reedy against the stone. "Elias, the pension form is incomplete. The date of final service is required for the municipal ledger." Elias did not turn around. He was looking up at the Great Clock of Oakhaven, a Victorian iron monstrosity that had governed the town’s rhythm for sixty years. He...
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