The Wistful Throne

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"Master Elias." The voice was Julian’s, smooth as polished brass. He stood in the doorway of the workshop, his hands clasped behind his back, a posture of studied patience that I knew well. It was the posture of a man who had already calculated the outcome. I did not look up from the escapement on my bench. My tweezers hovered over a balance spring, thin as a hair, trembling in my grip. The...

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