The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 05:05:38 -

The hand is gone. You know this. You have known it for three days. It is not severed. It is not burned. It is simply absent, as if the air in the workshop has eaten it. You look at the stump. It is clean. It is pink. It is yours. You are Silas Vane. You make clocks. Small ones. Ticking things that keep the town of Oakhaven awake. Oakhaven is a place of iron and steam. It smells of coal dust and...

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