The Distant Summer

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The vibration began not as a sound but as a pressure in the teeth, a low hum that Clara Vane felt in the marrow of her jaw as she set the pocket watch upon the velvet mat of her workbench. It was 1912, and the air in the workshop, which occupied the back room of the house on Sycamore Street, was thick with the smell of machine oil and the metallic tang of the town’s industrial decay. Elias had...

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