The Golden Circuit
March 12, 1342. The brass is cold against my thumb, but the gold is warm. I hold the final gear of the Great Orrery in my hand, a circle of pure light that feels less like metal and more like a heartbeat. Lord Vane stands in the doorway of my workshop, his shadow stretching long across the floorboards where the intricate gears of the planetary model are laid out. He does not look at the...
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