The Faded Quadrant

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The dust was not settling. It was rising. I watched the fine, gray powder drift up from the escapement wheel, a slow, silent spiral that defied the gravity holding my tools to the workbench. My hands trembled. The tremor was not from the cold, though the workshop was a tomb of winter air, but from the effort of holding the tweezers steady. The Great Hall’s chime mechanism lay before me, a...

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