The Wistful Petal
The fog does not roll in; it settles, heavy and wet, pressing against the glass of your workshop like a living thing. You are Elias, forty-two, a master clockmaker whose hands have never trembled until this morning. The Grand Meridian Clock in the town square is broken, and the debt you owe to save your shop is due by the end of the week. You want to fix it. You need to fix it. But the air in...
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