The Distant Machine

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The brass file was bent at the hinge, a sharp angle that caught the late afternoon light filtering through the grimy glass of the workshop window. Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger, the metal warm from his grip, and stared at the hairline crack running through the crystal face of the clock before him. It was a small thing, a fracture no wider than a needle’s eye, but to...

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