The Wistful Crossroads

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The inspector stood in the doorway, his hat in his hands, looking at the brass automaton on the workbench with the same detached curiosity one might show a tax return. Elias Thorne, forty-two and master of the finest horological shop in the district, did not look up from the mainspring he was coiling. He knew the weight of the silence. The man was not here to chat. He was here to take the...

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