The Distant Journey

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The letter lay on the bench, the paper thin and grey, smelling of the ink and the damp wool of the envelope. It was a rejection. Not a refusal of the mechanism, but of the man. Lord Blackwood’s hand was shaky, the script looping in a way that suggested either age or a deliberate, theatrical disdain. He called the chronometer "mechanical noise." He called Elias Thorne "a tinkerer of vulgar...

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