The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The clockmaker’s shop smelled of brass dust and old wood. It was a smell that clung to the tongue like copper. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter. He did not look up. He held a tiny gear between his tweezers. His hands shook. A tremor ran through his fingers like a live wire. He had been a master once. Now he was a ghost in a box of ticking seconds. The door creaked. The bell above it gave a...

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