The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The third gear had slipped, and the fourth was trembling in my palm like a bird with a broken wing. I had counted the teeth on the escape wheel forty times, each tooth a small, sharp promise that I was losing the race against my own hands. The storm outside was not merely rain; it was a physical weight, hammering against the leaded glass of the workshop, turning the world beyond into a churning...

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