The Wistful Throne

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The brass escapement lay in my palm, cold and heavy as a stone from the Irwell, its teeth worn smooth by the friction of a thousand tiny seconds. I held it up to the flickering gaslight of the workshop, a sliver of amber hanging in the gloom of the Manchester factory, and watched the pendulum swing with a rhythm that did not quite match the thumping in my chest. It was November, 1912, and the...

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