The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

"Stop it, you fool, before you break your neck," the voice came from the dark, rough as gravel under a boot, but Eugene Blount did not look up from the escapement wheel he was holding. He was fifty years old, and his hands, which had built the Meridian Clock for the House of Commons, were trembling so violently that the brass slipped like a wet fish. In the dream that had just released him, the...

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