The Golden Circuit
"Put the gear in the base, Elias. That is the only way to prove the mechanism is sound." I read the letter twice, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and turpentine. Silas’s hand had always been steady, a surgeon’s precision, but now the lines slanted, trembling with the palsy that had taken his left side three winters ago. I sat at my workbench, the lamplight catching the dust motes...
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