The Wistful Voyage

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The silver ingot weighed three ounces, two pennies, and a debt that would outlive Elias. He sat in the narrow workshop, the candle guttering in a draft that had no business existing in a sealed room, and counted the hours until dawn. Twelve. That was all he had to produce an instrument of such precision that the Guild Master, a man who measured men by their margins, would see in it not just...

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