The Wistful Letter

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The escapement wheel sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from the riverbed. It was brass, polished until it reflected the dim gaslight of my workshop, but my fingers were not steady enough to hold it flat. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last twenty of those years making time stand still in London’s fog. I want to finish the Great Chime for the Mayor by...

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