The Wistful Skyline

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The brass escapement wheel lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and smooth as a river stone, its teeth worn so fine they might have been ground down by years of friction rather than time. He held it up to the slanting afternoon light filtering through the grime-streaked window of the workshop, watching the dust motes dance in the beam like suspended gold, and for a moment the intricate geometry of...

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