The Cambridge Mirror
The machine clicked. That was the first thing one noticed about it—not the whirring or the humming one might expect from such a vast contraption, but the clicking. A rhythmic, metronomic clicking, like the ticking of a hundred pocket watches all wound to different times. Edgar Thorne sat alone in his Cambridge laboratory beneath the physics building, the gaslights casting long shadows across...
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