The Distant Temple
The first thing you count is the hours, because the hours are the only currency that still holds value in the city of Aethelgard. You have worked three thousand, four hundred, and twelve hours on the escapement of the Great Temple’s central regulator, a task that pays nothing but keeps the fog at bay, or so the Council claims. You are Elias, a clockmaker of forty-two years, and your hands are...
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