The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it leaked from the sky, a gray, persistent weeping that turned the cobblestones of Ashworth Street into slick, black mirrors. Thomas Bradshaw walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose knees had long since surrendered to the damp. He was a restorer of clocks, a trade that required a patience his life no longer afforded. His workshop, a narrow shop...

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