The Distant Legend
I dreamt that the brass gears of the chronometer were teeth, grinding against the silence of the shop floor, and in that dream I held the mainspring in my hand, not as a piece of metal but as a living, coiled serpent that knew my name, and when I woke the sweat had soaked through my nightshirt and the morning light was cutting sharp, cold triangles across the dusty workbench where the...
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