The Distant Summer

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"Come in, Elias, the light is dying and you’re still fiddling with that damn thing." Mara’s voice cut through the low hum of the electric clock on the wall, sharp and brittle as the sound of a snapped mainspring. I didn’t look up from the workbench, where the silver locket lay open under the cone of my lamp, its hinge swollen and stubborn, refusing to yield to the finest tweezers in my kit. The...

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