The Weight of Constant Friction: A Study in Steel, Dust, and Broken Boundaries
CHAPTER 1: THE TERMINAL LINE The brass-plated mechanical watch against Miller’s wrist didn’t tick loud enough for the airport to hear, but he felt the gear-teeth bite through his skin every second the departure board stayed red. Delayed. The air in Terminal 4 tasted of recycled carpet dust, scorched espresso beans, and the sour sweat…