The Faded Quadrant

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The brass gear lay in my palm, cold and heavy, its teeth worn smooth by years of friction. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the high windows of the Oakhaven Textile Mill, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of air that cut through the gloom. It was a simple piece, a drive shaft cog, but in the quiet of the office, it felt like a heart stopped mid-beat. My father stood by...

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