The Wistful Letter

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Thorne. Thorne, you are late. The voice of Guild Master Halloway cut through the dust-mote thick air of the workshop, sharp as a snapped mainspring. I looked up from the escapement, my hands stained with oil and the grey dust of the city. The light in the room was failing, the late October sun slanting low through the grimy glass, turning the brass gears into dull, dead things. I am Elias...

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