The Pale Tale
The ledger of the Ashworth & Sons clockworks was not a record of time, but a map of debt. Elias Ashworth, a man whose fingers were perpetually stained with the blue-black grease of mainsprings, sat in the back room of his workshop, the air thick with the scent of brass filings and stale tobacco. He was a craftsman of the old school, a man who believed that a clock’s heartbeat was a sacred...
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