The Wistful Asylum

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The Great Chime stood in the corner of my workshop like a sleeping beast, its brass face dark with the dust of thirty years, and I confess that in this autumn of 1347, when the first frost bit at the walled town of Oakhaven, I felt a desperate, almost violent urge to repair it, a desire so sharp it cut through my daily routines like a blade through wet cloth. I had spent three decades studying...

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