The Wistful Skyline

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The fog in Oakhaven did not rise from the river; it seeped up from the cobblestones, a thick, gray miasma that tasted of iron and old dust. Elias Thorne, a clockmaker of forty years with hands that had long since lost their youthful pliability, stood before the Great Meridian Clock, his breath forming small, fleeting clouds in the chill air. He had come to repair the mainspring, a task that...

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