The Wistful Ashes
The dinner party was loud. It was too loud. The crystal clinked like breaking teeth. The laughter was sharp. It cut the air. Elias sat at the head of the table. He was a man of hands. His hands were rough. They were thick. They were stained with ink and grease. He was a clockmaker. He fixed time. He made it move. He made it tick. He looked at his son. Julian sat across from him. Julian was...
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