The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that erased the boundary between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence. He was a man who had spent forty years repairing the gears of others’ lives, a horologist of small, intricate sorrows, yet here, in this space that...

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