The Wistful Voyage

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The bell above the door of the old clock shop did not ring so much as it sighed, a long, weary exhalation of brass and dust that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones, signaling that the day had broken open not with light but with a sudden, violent tear in the fabric of the quiet afternoon. You stood behind the counter, your hands stained with the black grease of mainsprings and the...

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