The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old money. It was a smell that stuck to the back of the throat. Elias stood by the window, watching the fog roll in from the harbor. The city outside was gray. Inside, the chandeliers burned bright. He was a maker of clocks. Or so the people said. In this place, he was the Keeper of Time. A man in a silver coat approached him. The coat was too...

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