The Distant Crown
The hammer struck the bronze gear with a dull, heavy thud that vibrated up Elias Thorne’s arm and settled in his teeth, a sound that had no echo in the silent, freezing air of the tower room. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a rag that was already black with oil and grime, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the escapement wheel he held. Below,...
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