The Faded Apartment
Elias, you clumsy little rat, get your hands off the escapement before you strip another gear. The voice of Master Halloway cut through the humid air of the workshop, sharp and brittle as a snapped mainspring, and I froze, my fingers still hovering over the delicate balance wheel of the Grand Meridian Clock. The clock, a towering monstrosity of brass and mahogany that dominated the Guild’s...
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