The Distant Journey

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The letter from the City Hall lay on the workbench, its ink still wet, the date of the winter solstice circled in red by the clerk’s heavy hand. You read it once, then again, the words blurring as the afternoon light slanted low across the dust motes, turning the brass filings into a field of dead gold. It was a simple demand for the Grand Meridian Clock, a contract that bound your legacy to a...

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