The Faded Dust
Chapter One Chae-won Jang was fifty-two, a man whose hands shook with the weight of every gear he had ever touched, and he stood alone in the fractured throne room holding the shattered heart of the Great Timepiece. The air hung with the sound of machine oil pouring through a funnel, a steady, rhythmic drip that echoed off the loess cliffs carved into the surrounding walls. I needed to...
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