The Burnished Promise

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Edward Ashworth's fingers knew the shape of every gear before his eyes did. It was a gift, or a curse, born of thirty-two years pressing brass against brass until the metal surrendered its secrets. The workshop beneath his Bloomsbury townhouse contained three hundred and fourteen partially assembled mechanisms, each one a small argument about time, precision, and the human desire to measure the...

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