The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Elias, you are late. The voice was not spoken, but the feeling of it hung in the air of the estate sale, heavy as wet wool. Elias, a forty-year-old man whose hands were stained with the grease of a thousand escapements, stood in the back of the room, his eyes fixed on a small, brass wheel resting in a velvet-lined box. It was a Swiss lever escapement, rare, and exactly the size needed to finish...

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