The Wistful Throne

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The count is precise: one thousand, four hundred and twelve brass gears. You weigh them in your palm, feeling the cold bite of the metal against your skin, a tactile anchor in the dark. Below you, the Aeon Engine ticks with the rhythm of a failing pulse, each second a stolen breath from Lily’s lungs in the hospital ward above. You are Elias Thorne, master horologist, and you are forty-two years...

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