The Wistful Throne

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The Guild Master’s laughter was a dry, rattling sound, like a loose gear in a wooden case. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the workshop, his hands still stained with the black grease of the Great Meridian’s escapement. He was forty-two years old, a master clockmaker with twenty years of service, and he was being mocked by the man who held the purse strings of their trade. The Great Meridian...

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