The Distant Affair

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The ink is still wet on the first page of my ledger, and the smell of brass filings hangs in the air like a warning. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and the Grand Meridian is dying. It is the heart of this city, a clock so vast its gears turn the fate of trade and time itself, and I am the only man in the district who knows how to listen to its heartbeat. My shop is on the verge of...

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