The Distant Journey
The chandelier in the Meridian Watch Company’s main office swung gently, casting long, oscillating shadows across the polished mahogany tables where the staff gathered in their finest clothes, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat, spilled wine, and the metallic, ozone-like tang of the hundreds of chronometers that lined the walls like silent, glass-eyed sentinels. Elias Thorne stood at...
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