The Distant Threshold

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I dreamed of gears. Not the small, delicate teeth of a pocket watch, but vast, iron wheels turning in a dark that smelled of ozone and rust. In the dream, I was small, a child clinging to a shaft of steam, watching the machinery swallow the light. I woke in the narrow bed above the shop, the fog of Vael pressing against the windowpane like a living thing. The year was 1912, and my father,...

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