The Faded Road
The mainspring had a weight of four ounces, twelve grains, and a temper that Elias Thorne could feel in his teeth before he even touched it. It was a specific, cold pressure, a vibration that traveled up the steel of his tweezers and settled in the hollow of his wrist, a sensation he had mistaken for fatigue for the better part of the winter. He had been at the bench for nine hours, the only...
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