The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The brass lever dug into Elias Thorne’s palm, slick with oil and the sweat of three nights without sleep, as he forced the escapement wheel to align with the pivot. It was a delicate operation, the kind that required a steady hand and a clear head, but Elias’s fingers were trembling, the joints swollen and purple at the tips, and the air in the clock tower smelled of ozone and old blood. He was...

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