The Golden Circuit

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The brass gear was warm. It sat in my palm, humming with a low, sub-audible vibration that felt less like sound and more like a pressure against the bones of my wrist. I looked at it, then at the Head Archivist, who was cleaning his spectacles with a handkerchief that had seen better decades, let alone days. "You are holding a common escapement wheel, Mr. Vane," he said, his voice dry as the...

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