The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The needle is trembling again, Elias. You look up from the bench, where the half-disassembled escapement of the Grand Clock lies spread out like a dissected bird, its brass bones gleaming under the tallow light. Thomas stands in the doorway, his silhouette cut sharply against the grey winter dusk pressing against the guild hall windows. He is sixteen, all elbows and sharp angles, with hands...

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