The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The escapement wheel sat in my palm, a tiny brass eye staring back at me, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of friction and my own failing grip. I held it up to the window, where the late afternoon light, thin and gray as dishwater, caught the imperfections in the metal. It was a beautiful object, this component of the astronomical clock Martha had commissioned before the end, and it was...

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