The Wistful Dinner

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The mainspring snapped at four o’clock on a Tuesday, the sound like a bone breaking in the quiet of the workshop. I held the taut coil in my fingers, watching the metal recoil, and felt the cold shock of it travel up my arm to my shoulder. Silas stood in the corner, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the floorboards as if seeking an answer there. He had been my apprentice for three years, a boy...

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