The Wistful Cipher

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The clock in the workshop did not tick so much as it coughed, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to come from the very walls of the mill town of Oakhaven. Elias Vane sat in the center of the room, surrounded by a forest of pendulums and gears, his hands still on the brass escapement of a grandfather clock that had refused to keep time for three days. The air smelled of oil, sawdust, and the...

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