The Wistful Letter

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The clock had stopped at three minutes to midnight, and Elias Thorne counted the seconds of the silence with the same grim precision he applied to the winding of his escapements, the air in the workshop thick with the smell of brass filings and the damp, iron-heavy scent that had begun to seep from the floorboards. He was fifty-two years old, and his hands, which had once moved with the fluid...

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