The Wistful Campus

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The bell in the clock tower of the old municipal building did not chime with the precision of a Swiss mechanism, but with the heavy, rusted groan of a dying animal. It was a sound that Elias Thorne had heard for thirty years, a constant backdrop to the quiet industry of the clockmaker’s shop that occupied the second floor. Below, the city of Ashworth moved in its slow, industrial rhythm, the...

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