The Wistful Mirror
Act I Usman Malik had seen the crack before the director arrived, a hairline fracture in the mainspring of the grand regulator that hummed in the center of the factory floor. It was a flaw born of his own hands, a mistake made in the blue light of the previous night when he had forced the gear past its tolerance, believing that perfection was a matter of will rather than metallurgy. The clock...
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