The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The clock is broken. It has been broken for three days. Or perhaps it was always broken. You no longer care. You sit in the dark of the workshop. The air smells of oil and old wood. The rain taps against the window. It is a soft, persistent drumming. You listen to it. The door opens. A cold wind rushes in. It smells of wet earth and iron. You do not look up. You know who it is. You have known...

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