The Distant Wound
Chapter One Willis Vance’s fingers were already moving, the fine steel tweezers trembling only slightly as he held the hairspring in place, the tension of the metal singing a high, thin note against the silence of the workshop. He was counting the beats of the escapement, one-two, one-two, a rhythm so precise it felt less like time passing and more like the air itself being sliced into uniform,...
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