The Faded Quadrant

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The workshop smelled of oil, dust, and the metallic tang of your own failing blood. You sat at the bench, the light from the single lamp cutting a harsh cone through the gloom, illuminating only the quadrant clock that dominated the center of the table. It was a beautiful, terrible thing, a mechanism of brass and bone-white ivory that you had spent the last three months trying to resurrect....

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