The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger held twelve hours of unpaid labor, four ounces of brass dust, and a debt that smelled of ozone. You counted the entries with a finger stained black by machine oil, the paper rough against your skin, the ink smudging into a dark bruise. Outside, the Great Meridian Clock of Oakhaven ticked with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a giant’s heart, a sound that had become so constant it was less...

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