The Wistful Witness

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The banquet hall of Thorne & Sons Clockworks smelled of roasted pheasant and old brass, a pungent mixture that Elias Thorne had cultivated for thirty years. He stood at the head of the long oak table, his fifty-two-year-old frame stiff in a waistcoat that had been tailored for a man a decade younger, his eyes fixed on the single empty chair at the far end where his daughter Clara was expected...

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