The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the workshop tasted of copper and stale smoke. Elias sat alone. His hands trembled. They were the hands of a man who had spent forty years shaping metal into silence. On the table lay the clock. It was a masterpiece of gears and springs. But it did not tick. Elias was a horologist. He dealt in time. He sold it in increments of seconds. He bought it back in coins. The shop was a...

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