The Distant Affair
The ledger shows four hundred and twelve hours of labor, three hundred and nineteen of them spent on the escapement alone, and a debt to the Guild that has grown teeth. You are Elias Vane, master horologist, and your fingers are stained with the black grease of the Grand Meridian’s heart, a mechanism so complex it should not exist, let alone function in the damp, stone-choked cellar of Oria....
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