The Wistful Asylum

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The train hissed to a halt in the gray throat of Oakhaven, and Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a man who had walked too far. He was thirty-four, a clockmaker from the industrial sprawl of the east, and he carried little more than a leather satchel and a silver pocket watch that burned against his sternum like a coal. The air here tasted of coal dust and...

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