The Clockmaker's Last Gear

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The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and something far more putrid. In the basement of a narrow house in Spitalfields, Arthur tightened a screw on a brass gear, his fingers trembling. The basement was no longer a workshop; it was a fortress of iron plates and reinforced oak, a sanctuary bought with the currency of...

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