The Pale Shadows
The invoice lay on the workbench, yellowed at the edges, its ink faded to the color of dried blood. It listed the cost of three hours’ labor for repairing the escapement of the Aetheric Loom, a sum that would cover Elias Thorne’s rent for the month and, more importantly, his visa extension. Elias, a watchmaker from a country whose name had been erased from maps, signed the paper with a hand...
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