The Distant Ghost
The escapement shattered with a sound like a small bone breaking, a crisp, dry snap that cut through the thick, soot-choked air of the workshop. Arthur Vane did not shout; he merely stood there, his hands hovering over the ruin of the balance wheel, trembling with a violence that had nothing to do with the apprentice’s clumsy error and everything to do with the sudden, visceral betrayal of his...
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