The Distant Summer

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The tweezers were slipping. My left hand, the one that had held steady through thirty years of micro-filing and gear-cutting, was a trembling leaf in a gale. I looked at the Aethelgard. It sat on the velvet pad, its brass case open, the mechanism exposed like a dissected heart. The face was not glass. It was a polished silver alloy, smooth and cold, reflecting the workshop with a clarity that...

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