The Distant Promise

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The bell in the church tower did not ring at noon, as it had for a hundred years. It had been dead since the frost took the gears in January, a silent, rusted tongue hanging in the throat of the stone. Elias Thorne, the clockmaker, stood before the open face of the great mechanism, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of what he knew. He was a man of small hands and large...

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