The Distant Journey
The glass case of the Great Meridian shattered at dawn. Not with a crash, but with a snap, like a dry twig breaking in a frozen forest. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his hands still raised, holding the new escapement mechanism he had spent three months designing. The Silence was there. It had been there for a week, a void of absolute quiet expanding from the clock’s core,...
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