The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The soot in the air tasted of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into the creases of my skin. I am Elias Thorne, a clockmaker of forty years, and my hands tremble with a frequency that is not quite mine, a vibration that hums through the bone and turns the delicate gears of my trade into brittle, singing glass. I stood before the Grand Meridian,...

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