The Wistful Voyage

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The burin bit into the brass, shaving a curl of metal no thicker than a hair. Elias Thorne held his breath, not from reverence, but from the need to keep the tool steady. The workshop smelled of stale tea and the sharp, metallic tang of filings that had accumulated in the gutters of his workbench over three days of continuous labor. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to...

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