The Distant Nightmare

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The bill lay on the workbench, its ink still damp under the harsh glare of the gas lamp. Elias Thorne did not sign it. He stared at the figure for the final commission, a sum that would keep the heat on through the winter if he could deliver the astronomical clock by the solstice. The paper trembled in his grip, not from cold, but from the vibration of the shop itself. It was a low, subsonic...

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