The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The workshop did not end so much as it evaporated, the smell of oil and brass giving way to a thick, copper-tasting fog that swallowed the walls, the workbench, and the half-finished escapements of the Great Meridian Clock. Elias Thorne, forty years old and a man who had defined his entire existence by the precise ticking of mechanisms he could not fully control, stood in a void where the light...

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