The Wistful Mirror

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The morning light in the workshop was grey and thin, filtering through the high, soot-streaked windows of the clock tower. Elias Thorne stood by the workbench, his hands resting on a half-assembled escapement, watching Julian pack the last of his belongings. The apprentice’s trunk was a battered leather thing, swollen with clothes and tools, and he was moving with a brisk, impatient energy that...

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