The Wistful Witness

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The brass bell above the door of my shop did not ring when the wind took it; it shrieked, a high-pitched, metallic wail that cut through the foggy morning air of the village of Oakhaven, a sound that seemed to scrape against the very bones of the ancient stone walls that enclosed our small, insular world. I am Elias Thorne, a maker of timepieces, a man whose hands were stained with the grease...

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