The Wistful Crossroads

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The brass teeth of the Widow’s Gear ground against each other with a sound like a scream held in the throat, and Elias Thorne, his fingers blackened by grease and trembling with a fatigue that went deeper than the bone, pressed his ear to the main housing of the clock until the cold metal bit into his skin. He wanted to finish it, he wanted to hand the mechanism to Magistrate Aldous Vane before...

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