The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale ambition. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the master horologist to a court that exists in a timeless, gilded purgatory. You do not eat. You watch the Grand Meridian Clock, a towering mechanism of brass and bone-white stone that dominates the far wall, its hands frozen at the stroke of midnight. You want to repair it. It is the only...

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