The Distant Threshold

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The rusted gear in my palm refused to turn, its teeth jammed against the brass housing with a friction that felt less like metal and more like the grinding of bone. I am Elias, a clockmaker in the damp, candlelit workshop of Oakhaven, and I have forty years of life spent in the shadow of the Guild’s expectations, yet at this moment, I am merely a tool, a pair of hands trembling before the...

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