The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 02:46:43 -

The clock stood in the center of the shop. It was a grand affair, mahogany and brass, ticking with a heavy, wooden thud. Elias Thorne did not look at it. He looked at the wall. The wall was bare. Or it had been. Now it was a hole. A square of exposed brick where the face used to be. The gears were gone. The hands were gone. Only the shell remained. It wore the dust of neglect. It wore the...

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