The Wistful Silence

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The brass gear lay in Elias’s palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird. He turned it over, feeling the worn teeth, the tiny burr of metal that had driven his master to drink and then to die. Outside the workshop window, the sky over Oakhaven was the color of bruised iron, and the air smelled of wet straw and impending rain. Elias was forty, and his hands, once steady enough to cut a hair in two, now...

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