The Wistful Dinner

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The iron filings in your hands are cold, colder than the November rain that has been drumming against the slate roof of the workshop for the better part of the morning. You are a clockmaker, or at least you were, before the city decided that time was a commodity to be standardized, stamped, and sold by the hour rather than the tick. Now you are a man who repairs the broken mechanisms of others,...

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