The Wistful Witness
The year was 1348, and the smell of the royal workshop was a mixture of hot brass, tallow, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elias, a man of forty years whose hands were permanently stained with oil and whose back had begun to curve from years of hunching over lathes, stood before the Great Astronomical Clock, a towering testament to the ingenuity of the English court. He was not merely a...
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