The Wistful Mirror

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The brass pin slipped from my tweezers and rolled across the workbench, a small, cold sound in the silence of the workshop. I did not look down. My eyes were fixed on the escapement of the Grand Meridian Clock, suspended in the center of the City Hall rotunda, its gears exposed like the ribs of a flayed beast. I had been at this for three days, sleeping in the chair beneath the mechanism,...

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