The House of Whispering Gears

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The House of Whispering Gears The house smelled of camphor and decay, the particular perfume of a Southern mansion that had been holding its breath for sixty years. Clara Beauregard stood in the foyer and listened to the silence, which was not really silence at all but the sound of a hundred clocks that had stopped ticking and were now only pretending not to. She had been born in this house....

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