The Distant Machine
1342, the fourteenth of November. I have calibrated the escapement for the third time today, counting each tooth of the pinion with a precision that feels less like engineering and more like prayer. The mechanism is sound; the hairspring holds its tension with a rigidity that should be comforting, yet my hands tremble with a vibration that does not seem to originate in the muscle but in the...
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