The Distant Whispers

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The pocket watch lay on the workbench, its face cracked like a dry riverbed, the hands frozen at the exact minute Clara had drawn her last breath. Elias Thorne adjusted his loupe, his breath held in a tight knot of panic and grief, and picked up the finest tweezers he owned. The shop was silent, save for the tick of the dozen other timepieces on the wall, a rhythm that felt aggressive, mocking....

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