• The Wistful Skyline
    The Wistful Skyline By Margaret Whitfield The tide withdrew from Whitby like a promise broken, leaving the harbour basin bare and gawping, a mouth without teeth. Abigail Marsh walked the stones in her bare feet, the shells crunching beneath her arches like old bones. She had been coming here since she was a child—no, since before she could remember—and the harbour had always been this...
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  • The Golden Circuit
    The workshop at the end of Cherry Lane had been Thomas Hartwell's for eleven years, though he had only known it as his own for three of them. The previous owner, an old clockmaker called Mr. Abernathy, had left behind the scent of his trade like a ghost that refused to leave — brass oil, felt shavings, the sweet tang of old pine varnish. Thomas kept the scent because he could not bear to wash...
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