The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The brass gears are eating themselves. October 14, 1924. The smell in the shop is not rust, as I once thought, but something sweet and fungal, like wet earth after a storm. I have spent the night scrubbing the escapement of the City Regulator’s primary drive train, but the moss returns by dawn. It is not rot. It is growth. I watched a single spore land on the balance wheel and, within the hour,...

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