The Faded Ruin
The hammer is heavy, Elias, and your hands are shaking. You tell yourself it is the cold, the damp that seeps through the stone floor of the workshop and into the marrow of your bones, but you know it is not. It is the weight of the thing you are about to do. The Great Meridian stands before you, a tower of brass and iron that has kept the time of Oakhaven for two hundred years, its face a pale...
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