The Distant Threshold

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The candlelight flickered against the wall, casting long, jagged shadows across the workshop. You sat at the bench, the half-finished escapement of the Grand Meridian before you, your tweezers hovering over a gear no larger than a grain of rice. The door opened without a knock. Mr. Thorne stood in the doorway, a bottle of vintage wine in one hand and a plate of cold cuts in the other. He...

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