The Wistful Crossroads

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The brass mechanism of the Great Clock in the town square had not been accurate in thirty years, yet it ticked with a fidelity that felt like a slow, heavy heartbeat under the skin of the world. I was the last one who knew how to listen to it. Not the gears, not the escapement, but the silence between the chimes. My name is Arthur Penhaligon, and I was the town’s horologist, a title that...

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