The Wistful Campus
The brass gears bite into the wood of the workbench, a sharp, metallic pain that mirrors the ache in your own wrists. It is Thursday, and the Great Hall clock has not yet ticked forward. You are Elias Thorne, a clockmaker with ink-stained fingers and a reputation for precision that the University of St. Jude’s has decided to ignore. You need the contract signed by Friday, or the shop on Fetter...
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