The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The word hung in the air, heavy and cold, as the Grand Duke’s voice cut through the humid stillness of the workshop, a summons that felt less like a command and more like a diagnosis. You stood there, your hands stained with the black grease of escapements and the red residue of your own recent failure, the clock tower’s shadow stretching long and thin across the linoleum floor where...

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