The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the workshop did not hum; it screamed, a high, thin frequency that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s teeth and blurred the edges of the brass gears before him. He wiped a smear of oil from his cheek with a rag that had already turned black, his eyes fixed on the Great Clock’s exposed mechanism, a labyrinth of steel and bronze that had stood in the town square for three...

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