The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The weight of the mainspring is two ounces, four grains. You count the teeth on the escape wheel. Forty. You count them again. Forty. The workshop smells of oil and dust, a dry, metallic scent that clings to the back of the throat. On the bench before you sits the commission for Director Halloway. It is a clock of terrifying complexity, a mechanism of brass and steel that mirrors the fractured...

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