The Distant Summer

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The loupe was heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, a brass weight that had lost its polish to decades of thumb and sweat. He held it over the central escapement of the great orrery, his breath held in a tight, cold knot behind his ribs. The mechanism was supposed to tick. Instead, it hummed, a low, wet vibration that traveled up through the workbench and into the bones of his forearms. Outside, the...

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