The Distant Threshold

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Bahram Parsa, the master clockmaker of the vine-sloped quarter, had not slept in three days, and his heart, a tired engine running on fumes, hammered against his ribs with the irregularity of a broken escapement. He was fifty-two years old, a man whose hands could adjust a hairspring by touch alone in the dark, yet whose body was failing him with the slow, insidious betrayal of a mechanism worn...

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