The Wistful Silence

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The brass astrolabe sat upon the velvet cushion, its gears frozen in a rictus of silence, reflecting the gaslight of the workshop with a cold, indifferent glint. Elara Vance did not look at it. She looked instead at the window, where the fog of London’s East End curled into the room like a living thing, pressing against the glass with a hunger that mirrored her own. She was a woman of the old...

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