The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not stop. It fell in sheets against the window of the carriage, blurring the landscape into a smear of grey and mud. I sat across from Elias. He was polishing a watch. It was a silver pocket watch, heavy and old. The chain glinted in the dim light. He moved with a slow, deliberate care. His hands were steady. My hands were not. I was a clockmaker. I had made watches for forty...

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