The Wistful Asylum

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You hold it. The brass. It is warm. You do not ask why you hold it. You just do. The shop is quiet. Dust motes dance. You are Elias. You are old. Your hands shake. But the clock is steady. "Is it broken?" The voice is sharp. A woman stands in the doorway. She wears a coat of grey wool. Her eyes are cold. She looks at you. She looks at the clock. "No," you say. "It is perfect." "It is ticking,"...

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