The Faded Masquerade

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The brass caliper sat cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its jaws slightly parted, holding a fragment of rusted iron that had once been a gear tooth. He held it up to the grey light filtering through the high, soot-stained windows of the clock tower, watching the metal pit and blacken before his eyes, a transformation that defied the slow, predictable oxidation of ordinary steel. Below him, the great...

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