The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The snow fell in heavy, wet clumps, muffling the sound of the world. Elias Thorne walked. His boots were leather, thick-soled, worn thin at the toes. He carried a satchel. Inside, his tools. A chisel. A file. A small, sharp knife. He was a clockmaker. Or had been. Now he was just a man with hands that remembered what the rest of him had forgotten. He walked north. The road was a gray ribbon...

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