The Golden Circuit
14 October, 1348. The light in the workshop is thin and gray, slanting through the upper window at an angle that catches the dust motes hanging in the air like suspended iron filings. I hold the escapement lever in my left hand, the brass cold and heavy against the palm, and I listen to the silence of the room, which is not true silence but a held breath, waiting for the tick that has not yet...
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