The Distant Legend
The paper was thin, the ink dry, and the verdict absolute. I stood before the door of my workshop, the notice from the Guild of Horologists pinned to the wood with a brass tack that looked less like a fastener and more like a wound, declaring my license revoked for negligence, a charge I knew was false but could not refute without the Heart Gear, the singular artifact that the Great Meridian...
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