The Faded Frequency
The brass gears of the Grand Meridian Clock do not merely turn; they grind against the rhythm of my own pulse, a syncopated friction that has become the defining texture of my existence since I was appointed Master Clockmaker to the Imperial Court. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years of age, and for the past decade I have lived within the shadow of this mechanism, which stands in the central...
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