The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hairspring was a hair’s width of blued steel, lighter than a breath, and it held the entire weight of my reputation in its coiled tension. I held it between the tips of my tweezers, my hand steady despite the tremor that had just ripped through the shop, shattering the front window and snapping the mainsprings of every timepiece on the wall. Outside, the coastal wind howled, carrying the...

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