The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The steam hissed in the corner of the workshop, a thin white line against the dark iron. Elias Thorne adjusted his loupe, his breath shallow, as he held the escapement wheel under the lamp. It was a small thing, a jewel of brass and steel, but it held the weight of the city. He needed this repair to go well. He needed the pension. He needed Mara to stop watching him with those wide, unblinking...

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