The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the workshop tasted of rust and old sawdust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he hammered the final rivet into the brass casing of the chronometer, his shoulder burning with a pain so sharp it felt like a physical presence, a second self screaming in his own flesh while he worked the metal into submission. It was a job of pure precision, a task that...

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