The boy believed that it was possible. To make sense of it. To turn it over in your mind and discover that its mechanisms have an order to them. Maybe you could place the tip of your finger on the tooth of a gear and follow it as it turned. And you could see what else might move. And maybe if you looked very carefully at all the turning gears you could get back to the first one, to the first movement, the one that set all the rest in motion. But he had begun to doubt the world really worked that way. After sifting through the ashes of Beauvais, his certainty about the usefulness of order
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