The Wistful Crossroads

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The brass mainspring slips from your thumb, cold and slick with condensation, and you catch it only by the tip of your tweezers before it clatters into the gutter of the workbench, a sound like a small bone snapping. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are shaking, not from the chill that has seeped through the floorboards of your shop on Meridian Street, but from the sheer,...

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