The Faded Apartment
Chapter One Marlene Richter stood in the damp, candle-lit workshop, her fingers hovering over the brass gears of the Grand Orrery, waiting for the tremor that had begun to steal her precision. The air in the longhouse was heavy with pine resin and cold iron, a heavy, physical weight that pressed against her lungs as she tried to align the escapement. She was forty-two, a master clockmaker in a...
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