The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The escapement wheel was stripped, a tiny tooth missing from the brass rim, and I had spent three hours cleaning the same pivot with a bundle of horsehair and oil. My hands did not shake. I told myself that. The light in the workshop was the pale, grayish kind that comes before dawn, the kind that makes dust look like snow. I was counting the seconds in the head, a metronome of guilt, because...

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