The Faded Quadrant

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It was the third time that day Elias had checked the winding key. Mara lay on the bed in the back room, her breathing shallow and wet. The light in the workshop was failing, the afternoon sun cutting a thin, dusty wedge across the floorboards. Elias stood before the great oak table, the Quadrant open before him. The brass gears were cold to the touch. He had been working on it for six years....

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