The Distant Journey

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The dream always ends with the sound of the escapement, a rhythmic clicking that sounds less like time passing and more like a bone grinding against another. You wake in the narrow bed of the observatory staff quarters, the air cold and still, the weight of the wool blanket heavy on your chest. For a moment, you are not Elias Thorne, the forty-two-year-old master clockmaker, but a ghost...

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