The Golden Circuit

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The wren sang a note that did not exist in any scale I knew, a sound like a wire snapping under tension, and it came from inside the mainspring housing of the grandfather clock. I had been polishing the brass pendulum for three hours when the bird first appeared, perched on the escapement wheel, its feathers shimmering with a metallic luster that seemed to drink the dim light of the workshop....

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