The Wistful Dinner

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The fog rolled off the river like a grey shroud, swallowing the cobblestones of the bridge one by one. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the dock, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the ledger in his pocket. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather, smelling of ink and old iron. He had spent twenty years as a clockmaker, a man who believed that time was a mechanical...

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