The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

It was the third time the mainspring had snapped, Elias said, tapping the brass housing with a calloused thumb. The sound was a dull thud, dead and final, against the metal. The Mayor, a man whose waistcoat strained against a recent increase in girth, did not look at the clock. He looked at Elias’s hands, specifically the dirt under the fingernails, the grime of a man who had worked too long...

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