The Wistful Voyage

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The dust in the workshop hung suspended, a static field of grey particulate that Elias Thorne had not disturbed for three days. He sat at the bench, the silver pocket watch resting in the velvet tray before him, its face blank, its hands frozen at the moment of Clara’s death. The mechanism was intricate, a labyrinth of gears he had designed to hold time in a state of perpetual suspension, a...

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