The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The brass calipers were cold in your hands, colder than the metal should have been, and you held them against the rim of the gold case with a steadiness that no longer belonged to a fifty-year-old man. The workshop smelled of oil and old dust, a thick, stagnant scent that clung to the back of your throat, while outside the window the rain lashed against the glass of your shop on Weaver Street,...

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