The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I was threading a hair-fine wire through the escapement of the Great Pendulum when the dream broke, the brass cold and biting against my thumb, the light in the workshop a pale, sickly yellow that suggested dawn though the sun had not yet cleared the oak trees behind the estate. My hands, steady enough to hold a gear no wider than a lentil, trembled slightly as I adjusted the tension on the...

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