The Faded River

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The Faded River

The workshop smelled of brass dust and old oil, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of Elias Thorne’s apron over the last thirty years. He sat alone in the vast, silent chamber, the only light coming from a single oil lamp that cast long, trembling shadows against the stone walls. Before him lay the Great Meridian, the palace’s most prized mechanism, a towering structure of...

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