The Distant Promise

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Thorne, you are late. The Magistrate’s clerk does not wait for the sun to rise, nor for the hands of a man to stop trembling, and neither will the rust. I write this by the light of a single tallow candle, the flame guttering in a draft that seems to come from the walls themselves, for the Whispering Rust has begun to eat the hinges of my workshop door. It is October 14, 1893, and I am Elias...

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