The Faded Portrait

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The dream was always the same, a looping tapestry of steam and copper where the air tasted of boiled linseed oil and decay, and in the center of the room stood the great brass caliper, its jaws wide open like the mouth of a beast waiting to swallow the world, and Margaret knew with a certainty that sat in her marrow that if she closed her eyes and counted to three, the gears of the universe...

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