The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

In the palm of his hand, Elias Thorne held a brass gear no larger than a lentil, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of friction and care. The metal was cold, colder than the air in the workshop should have been, and it hummed against his skin with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He looked up from the workbench, where the disassembled innards of the shop’s master clock lay...

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