The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Elias Thorne, you are late. The voice came from the street, low and gravelly, cutting through the fog that clung to the cobblestones of Oakhaven. You did not turn. You could not. Your body was anchored to the workbench, your fingers buried in the entrails of the Grand Clock, the great timepiece that dominated the town square. You had been working for three days straight, sleeping in the booth...

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