The Distant Threshold

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The brass mainspring had three hundred and twelve coils, each one thinner than a human hair, and Elias Thorne counted them with a magnifying loupe pressed against his eye socket until the metal blurred into a grey smear. He was fifty-two, and the tremor in his right hand had become a rhythmic stutter, a mechanical hiccup that made his tweezers slip every fourth time he tried to grip a pin. The...

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