The Wistful Cipher

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Chapter One "You cannot fix it, Tesfaye. Put the tweezers down." The Guild Master’s voice was dry, like the wind that cracked the clay outside the highland workshop. Tesfaye Mekonnen did not move. His fingers, stained with oil and old sweat, hovered over the open casing of the chronometer. It was a beautiful, terrible thing, a disc of brass that seemed to weigh more than its physical mass...

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