The Wistful Letter

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The ferry cut through the grey, viscous mist that hung over the estuary, a blade of black iron slicing a world that was no longer quite solid. Elias Thorne stood at the stern, his fingers white-knuckled around the railing, feeling the vibration of the engine not just in his bones but in the very marrow of his history. He was a man of precise instruments, a horologist by trade, accustomed to the...

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