The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The tweezers slip. They hit the brass plate of the Grand Meridian Clock with a sound like a bone snapping, and you curse, the word sharp and ugly in the quiet workshop. Your hand is shaking again. It is a fine tremor, barely visible, but to a man who has spent thirty years assembling escapements, it is a gale. You are forty-two, Elias Thorne, and you look twenty-five. The Guild expects the...

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