The Golden Visit
The brass escapement wheel was cold in my palm, heavier than it had any right to be, and the black dust coating its teeth felt like ash from a fire that had burned out years ago. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a clockmaker who has spent the last decade in this sealed, fog-choked workshop on the banks of the Thames, and I want to repair the antique timepiece left by my late sister,...
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