The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The gears were warm to the touch, which was wrong for steel. Elias Thorne held the escapement lever with a gloved hand, feeling the heat seep through the leather and into the calluses of his palm. It was a dry, baking heat, like the inside of an oven after the coals had died. He looked up at the vast, ribcage-like architecture of the Great Chime, the iron struts groaning under the weight of the...

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