The Last Tick of the World

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The air in the lower vaults of New London did not move; it merely existed as a heavy, metallic soup, tasting of ozone and ancient rust. Arthur adjusted the brass dial of his chronometer, the clicking sound echoing through the cathedral-like silence of the Great Gear Chamber. Above him, the planetary engine groaned—a sound not of machinery, but of a dying god, a slow, rhythmic shudder that...

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