The Faded Ruin
The brass gears of the Great Meridian sit before you, cold and precise, a labyrinth of interlocking teeth that you have spent twenty years learning to read. You are Elias Thorne, and in the sealed district of Oakhaven, your name is synonymous with the tick of the clock, though the High Warden looks at you with the same weary disdain he reserves for a necessary but tedious chore. Your hands,...
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