The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The brass escapement wheel sat in your palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of friction, and the smell of ozone and burnt oil hung heavy in the air before the sound of the explosion registered. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a master clockmaker in Oakhaven, and you had spent the last three weeks with your hands deep in the guts of the Grand Meridian, the town’s pride and the only thing that...

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