The Distant Temple

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The rain had not stopped. It drummed against the tin roof of the workshop, a relentless, metallic rhythm that drowned out the silence of the street. You sat at the bench. Your hands were steady. They had to be. You were a clockmaker, or at least, you were supposed to be. For three years, you had fixed the time for the town of Oakhaven. You had restored the grandfather clocks in the parlor of...

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