The Wistful Letter

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The cellar air tasted of wet iron and old rot, a flavor Elias Thorne had learned to swallow without gagging during his ten years in service. He knelt on the stone floor, his fingers slick with grease and sweat, working the hairline fracture in the mainspring of a gold-cased pocket watch. The mechanism was jammed, the gears fused not by rust, but by a small, hard object lodged deep within the...

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