The Distant Legend
The steam hissed. It was a thin, high-pitched sound. It cut through the cold air. Silas watched the gauge. The needle trembled. It was a small vibration. It was alive. He wiped his hands on his apron. The cloth was gray. It was stained with oil. He was a man of sixty years. His back was curved. His hands shook. He was not a thief. He was a keeper. He kept the clock. The clock was in the center...
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