The Distant Metropolis

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The smell of sawdust and old oil clung to my clothes as I packed the last of my tools into the leather case, the weight of it settling against my hip like a familiar, heavy companion. It was October of 1893, and the air in Oakhaven had turned crisp and biting, a sharp reminder that the season was closing in on us all. I was forty years old, a clockmaker by trade and by stubborn necessity, and I...

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