The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Three hundred and twelve teeth. That was the count. Elias Thorne counted them again, his calloused thumb dragging over the brass rim of the central gear, feeling the micro-serrations that should have been uniform but were not. The workshop air was thick, smelling of whale oil and cold iron, the temperature dropping as the solstice night deepened. He needed the Grand Orrery to run by dawn to...

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