The Distant Metropolis

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The brass gear was stuck, wedged tight in the escapement with a grit that no amount of solvent could loosen, and my fingers were trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, physical resistance of the metal. I had been working on my father’s chronometer for three days, a task that should have taken an hour, if the mechanism were not fighting me. The workshop smelled of whale oil and old...

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