The Wistful Skyline

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The brass gear was warm in your hand, its teeth worn smooth by thirty years of friction. You held it up to the weak gray light filtering through the workshop window, turning it slowly to check the bevel. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by the dry rasp of the awning outside and the distant lowing of a cow in the valley below. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and the...

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