A Whisker of History, a Catch of Gold: The Fish Ring's Tale It was a blustery afternoon, the kind where the wind whistles a tune through the workshop windows, carrying the faint scent of metal polish and freshly brewed tea. My old mate, Arthur, was hunched over his bench, a magnifying loupe firmly fixed to his eye, putting the finishing touches on a truly special Gold infinity birthstone necklace. The room was quiet, save for the occasional tap-tap of a tiny hammer. We had just sent out a beautiful batch of personalised pieces, and the buzz was still lingering from crafting some utterly unique...
